"You are fair enough now," says Tommy Linn.
(quean, lass.)
Tommy Linn's daughter sat on the brig,
"Oh, dear father, gin I be not trig;"
The bridge it broke, and she fell in,
"You are trig enough now," says Tommy Linn.
Tommy Linn, and his wife and his wife's mother,
They all fell into the fire together;
They that lay undermost got a hot skin,
"We are [hot] enough," says Tommy Linn.