Robert Burns: A play

by John Drinkwater

Mrs. Fergus: Oh? Then I’ve been misinformed.

M’Pherson: No doubt you have. And not the first time, Mrs. Fergus.

[Burns is heard approaching, singing as he comes.]

Comin’ through the rye, poor body,

Comin’ through the rye,

She draiglet a’ her petticoatie,

Comin’ through the rye.

Gin a body meet a body—

Comin’ through the rye,

Gin a body kiss a body—