When she cam to the Harper's door,
There she gave mony a nicker and sneer—[[130]]
"Rise up," quo' the wife, "thou lazy lass;
Let in thy master and his mare."
Then up she rose, put on her clothes,
And keekit through at the lock-hole—
"O! by my sooth," then cried the lass,
Our mare has gotten a braw brown foal!"
"Come, haud thy tongue, thou silly wench!
The morn's but glancing in your e'e."—