‘Ay, a wig,’ quo he.
15
‘Shame fa your cuckold face,
And ill mat you see!
’Tis naething but a clocken-hen,
My minnie sent to me.’
‘Clocken hen?’ quo he.
‘Ay, clocken hen,’ quo she.
16
‘Far hae I ridden,
‘Ay, a wig,’ quo he.
15
‘Shame fa your cuckold face,
And ill mat you see!
’Tis naething but a clocken-hen,
My minnie sent to me.’
‘Clocken hen?’ quo he.
‘Ay, clocken hen,’ quo she.
16
‘Far hae I ridden,