The third a lamiter like to be.
The burns were rinnin’ big wi’ spate,
Lentron win’s blew gurly and snell;
Whan Jamie cam to Cromartie town
Wi’ a cart o’ bear to sell.
“O why do ye daidle so late i’ the toune,
Jamie, it’s time ye were boune to ride?”
“It’s because that I dinna like to gang,
An’ I kenna how to bide.
Pic-mirk nicht it’s settin’ in,