For here it was I speered you first
In a’ your pride o’ race,
You set my ardent soul athirst
When I gazed on your face!
I sat me down beside that cairn,
And looked, a feckless loon,
On you, the great MacMuckle’s bairn,
Wi’ ne’er a pair o’ shoon!
Wi’ winsome feet sae white as milk
You paddlit i’ the faem,