Glowered round her for gangrels that might be about,
And syne in the stable-door thrawed round the key.
And she oxtered the minister up the stair
To his room, where his supper and slippers were het,
Whaur a wee creepie-stool and an elbow chair
At the blithe ingle-neuk were right cozily set.
As the reverend carle gaed ben the house laughin’,
And clappin’ his wife, an’ rubbin’ his hands,
She helpit him aff wi’ his green tartan raughen,
And frae ’neath his round chin loosed his lily-white bands.