A coward loon she ca'd me: rascal
Had kirk and state been in the gate, way (opposing)
I lighted when she bade me.
Sae craftilie she took me ben, in
And bade me make nae clatter;
‘For our ramgunshoch glum gudeman surly
Is o'er ayont the water;’ beyond
Whae'er shall say I wanted grace,
When I did kiss and daut her, pet