And mony a canty day, John,
We’ve had wi’ ane anither:
Now we maun totter down, John,
And hand in hand we’ll go;
And sleep thegither at the foot,
John Anderson, my jo.
[They go down the road together.]
The Landlord: Good-night, lass. Lock the door. Leave chores till the morning.
Nell: Good-night, Mr. Lomas.
[The Landlord goes.]