She had lauchty teeth, an' kaily lips,
An' wide lugs fu' o' hair;
Her pouches fu' o' pease-meal daigh,
War hinging down her spare. 40
Ilka ee intil her head
Was like a rotten ploom,
An' down down browit was the quean,
An' sairly did she gloom.
Ilka nail upon her hand 45
Was like an iron rake,
An' ilka teeth into her head
Was like a tether stake.
She gied to him a gay gravat
O' the auld horse's sheet, 50
And he gied her a gay gold ring
O' the auld couple reet.
[7, 8]. Var.
For Kempy Kaye's to be here the nicht,
Or else the morn at een.
[16-20]. See King Henry, v. 21,22, vol. i. p. 148, and The Wee Wee Man, vol. i. p. 126, note. Also Carle of Carlile, v. 177-188 in Madden's Syr Gawayne, p. 256.
[36]. Var. Was like a brucket yowe.