Some start awa’ with saucy pride,
And jump out ower the chimlie
Fu’ high that night.
Jean slips in twa wi’ tentie e’e,[[2]]
Wha ’twas she wadna tell;
But this is Jock, an’ this is me,
She says in to hersel;
He bleezed ower her, an’ she ower him,
As they wad ne’er mair part!