She thinks hersel' very weel aff
To be woo'd and married at a'!
IT WAS ON A MORN WHEN WE WERE THRANG
It was on a morn when we were thrang,
The kirn it croon'd, the cheese was making,
And bannocks on the girdle baking,
When ane at the door chapp't loud and lang.
Yet the auld gudewife, and her mays sae tight,
Of a' this bauld din took sma' notice I ween;