She’s wanted to speak wi’ the Laird o’ Cockpen.’
“Mistress Jean, she was making the elder-flower wine;
‘An’ what brings the laird at sic a like time?’
She put aff her apron and on her silk gown,
Her mutch wi’ red ribbons, and gaed awa’ down.
“And when she cam’ ben he bowed full low;
And what was his errand he soon let her know.
Amazed was the laird when the lady said ‘Na,’
And wi’ a light curtsey she turned awa’.
“Dumfoundered he was, but nae sigh did he gi’e;