And she fell into the gin;
He gied the tow a clever tit,
That brought her out at the lum.
10
‘Ye’ll rise, ye’ll rise, my auld gudeman,
Ye’ll rise and come to me now,
For him that ye’ve gien me sae lang till,
I fear he has gotten me now.’
11
‘The grip that he’s gotten, I wish he may haud,