I led her out, ’mang snaw and frost,

Wi’ constant assiduity.

But deil ma’ care—the blast gaed by,

And miss’d the auld anatomy—

It just cost me a tooth, forbye

Discharging her annuity.

If there’s a sough o’ cholera,

Or typhus, wha sae gleg as she?

She buys up baths, an’ drugs, an’ a’,

In siccan superfluity,