’S hed ony mair to gi’e.
But I can gi’e ye kindness, lad,
And a pair o’ willin’ hands,
And you sall ha’e my briests like stars,
My limbs like willow wands,
And on my lips ye’ll heed nae mair,
And in my hair forget,
The seed o’ a’ the men that in
My virgin womb ha’e met....
Millions o’ wimmen bring forth in pain