‘Dear Jeanie, you’r acting the part of a [whore].
8
‘You’re seeking ane that cares na for thee;
Ye’s get Lord William, let Glenlogie be.’
9
‘O had you still, father, let your folly be;
Gin I get na Glenlogie, I surely will die.’
10
Ben came her mother, steps on the floor:
‘Dear daughter Jeanie, you’re acting the [whore],