An’ aiblins then your chance is sma’
Tae get a feast.
But gin I happen ere tae stray
Neist August roond by Jenny’s Brae,
I hope tae see ye fresh an’ gay,
Wee muirlan’ plantie!
Wi’ routh[54] o’ midges then tae slay
Tae keep ye cantie.
A. F.
Lanely Bield.