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!

’Till fuff,[[3]] he started up the lum,[[4]]