We. ‘I’m downright dizzy wi’ the thought—
In troth I’m like to greet!’
She. “The sink drain isna recht.”
We. ‘An’ it’s oh! to win awa’, awa’,
An’ it’s oh! to win awa’!’
She. “I canna thole a box-bed!”
We. ‘Ay waukin O
Waukin O an’ weary.
Sleep I can get nane,
Ay waukin O!’
She. “It’s fair insultin’ to rent a hoose wi’ so few convenience.”
We. ‘An’ I’m ower auld to fish ony mair,
An’ I hinna the chance to droon.’
She. “The work is fair sickenin’ i’ this hoose, an’ a’ for ane puir body to do by her lane.”
We. ‘How can ye chant, ye little birds,
An’ I sae weary, fu’ o’ care?’
She. “Ah, but that was a fine family I lived wi’ in Glasgy; an’ it’s a wearifu’ day’s work I’ve had the day.”