When Mause took in her noddle to raise ane for a flicht,
On her auld besom shank, lowin’ at the ae en’,[47]
That she played sic pranks on when she dwalt i’ the glen;
Some alloo she could loup on’t clean ower Carlops toon,
Gawn as heich i’ the air as Dale wi’ his balloon,
Wi’ nocht on but her sark an’ a white squiny much—
A dress greatly in vogue in thae days wi’ a wutch.
But thae fashions, like wutches, hae gane oot o’ date
E’en the black bandit squiny has shared the same fate,
The lint-wheels they span on are just keepit for fun,