"I'll put on my gown," said the new-come Bride
"And my shoes upon my feet;
I will see wha doth sae sadly sing,
And what is it gars her greet.[191]
"What ails you, what ails you, my housekeeper,
That ye mak sic a mane?[192]
Has ony wine-barrel cast its girds,
Or is a' your white bread gane?"
"It isna because my wine is spilt,
Or that my white bread's gane;