Robert Burns: How To Know Him - William Allan Neilson

And you an' I in ae bed,

In troth I dare na venture, Sir.

Fu' loud and shrill the frosty wind

Blaws thro' the leafless timmer, Sir; timber

But if ye come this gate again, way

I'll aulder be gin simmer, Sir. older, by

My love she's but a lassie yet;

We'll let her stand a year or twa,