And make a wife sae thrifty."
Now Robbie was an angry man,
For a t' loss of his daughter,
Through all the town baith up and down,
And far and near he sought her.
But when he cam to our gude inn
And found us baith together,
Says I, "My lad, I've tick your bairn,
Tho' ye may tak my mither."
Now Robbie girned and shook his head: