Tartan, trues, an a’.

2

‘Hou wad ye leak me, Lisie,’ he says,

‘Gin that I war yer ain,

We raged cot apon my back,

An singel-soled sheen,

A littel we bonnet on my head,

An tua merry wenking ean?’

3

‘Well wad I leak ye, Dugall,’ she says,