It made them so sharp and so keen,
The girls mother lost two butter firkins,
They wattell’d away so much cream.
One day with a good brandy bottle,
Two met her about the Heugh Nebb,
And there their accounts they did settle,
And made all as right as my legg:
The snuff-mill and gloves came in season,
The want of a glass to supply;
They drank the girls first, with good reason,