Some lowked to his goudie lowks, some to his milk-whit skine,
Some to his ruffled shirt, the gued read gold hang in.
8
Out spak our madin, an she was ay shay,
Fatt will the jolly beager gett afore he gaa to lay?
9
Out spak our goudwife, an she was not sae shay,
He’se gett a dish of lang kell, besids a puss pay.
10
Out spak the jolly beager, That dish I dou denay;