Twenty weeks and three,
The lassie begoud to spit and spue,
And thought lang for ‘s blinkin ee.
22
’Twas on a day, and a day near bye,
She was ca’ing out the kye,
That by cam a troop o merry gentlemen,
Cam riding bye that way.
23
‘Wha’s gien ye the scorn, bonnie may?