John. “Awccent! I never heard tell that Fife folk had ony awccent!”
“THE HIELAND BEAUTY”
Mickle did I love my Jeanie,
Syn’ she wa’ a peekle weanie,[1]
Kittlin’[2] owre the flattit greenie,
A’ sae winsom’,
A’ sae hinsom’,
Dainty skirrock[3] Jeanie.
How I coodled[4] in her eekit,