Ane keeps yer butter, ane yer breid,
An’ yet a third yer braundy.
Noo here, gin ye be wantin’ oucht,
Boots, butcher’s meat or corn, man,
Shag, bonnets, breeks, they’ll a’ be boucht
Thegither in Kinghorn, man.
The fashions? Weel, ye ken, we saw
A wheen o’ giddy hussies
Paradin’ in their duddies braw
Upon the cars an’ ’busses.