4
Up rose the farmer’s daughter, for to bar the door,
There she beheld a naked man, was standing on the floor.
7
‘Hae ye ony cats or dogs, or hae ye eer a grew?
I’m feared they rive my meal-pokes, when I am kissing you.’
9
She’s taen up his meal-pokes an thrown them owre the wa:
‘O the deil gang wi your meal-pokes! for my maidenhead’s awa.’