Among the brachens, on the brae,

Between her an' the moon,

The deil, or else an outler quey,

Gat up an' gae a croon:

Poor Leezie's heart maist lap the hool;

Near lav'rock-height she jumpit,

But mist a fit, an' in the pool,

Out-owre the lugs she plumpit,

Wi' a plunge that night."

[347:A] Burns's Works, Currie's edit. vol. iii. p. 126. et seq.