5
She’s taen the sheave-wisps out o her sheen,
An in behint the door,
An she has faen to the stale strang,
Seven year auld an more.
6
An aye she scrubbit, an aye she weesh,
Out-ower the pint o her chin,
Till a knip-knap cam to the door,
She kent it was her wooer.