No stivat e’er lived was so much misused
As sare as auld Sawney for claiming the breeks.
The noise was so great all the neighbours did hear them,
She made his scalp ring like the clap of a bell;
But never a soul had the mense to come near them,
Tho’ he shouted murder with many a yell.
She laid on whisky whasky, and held like a steary,
Wight Wallace could hardly have with her kept streaks;
And never gave over until she was weary,
And Sawney was willing to yield her the breeks.