Syne they took a dram an’ a mouthfu’ o’ cake,
Then the minister said, “Jock, be kind tae your Jenny,
Nae langer she’s tiead to the string o’ her minnie;
Noo, Jenny, will ye aye be couthie an’ leal?”
And she vowed that she would, for she liked him rale weel—
Aye, she liked him rale weel,
Oh, she liked him rale weel,
At last she owned up that she liked him rale weel.
S-H-H-H!
Anonymous