And we’ll gang nae mair, &c.
“They’ll rive a’ my meal pocks, and do me meikle wrang.”[1068]
“O dool[1069] for the doing o’t! are ye the poor man?”
And we’ll gang nae mair, &c.
Then she took up the meal pocks, and flang them o’er the wa’;
“The deil gae wi’ the meal pocks, my maidenhead, and a’!”
And we’ll gang nae mair, &c.
“I took ye for some gentleman, at least the laird of Brodie;
O dool for the doing o’t! are ye the poor bodie?”
And we’ll gang nae mair, &c.