A loud rap cam rap to the minister’s yett,
The minister’s wife wondered wha might be there;
While the reverend carle, glammering, graipit to get
His drawers and bauchels, to slip down the stair.
But he warily first frae the stair-winnock keekit,
To ken wha this early disturber might be;
When he saw the dog loose, and the barn-door unsteekit,
And his mare at the yett, cap’ring wild to be free
Frae a blackavised rider, wha spurred her and banned her,
Wi’ mony wild curses to tak to the road: