Let him be planted in my place,
Syne say I was the fautor. Then, transgressor
Could I for shame, could I for shame,
Could I for shame refused her?
And wadna manhood been to blame,
Had I unkindly used her?
He clawed her wi' the ripplin-kame, wool-comb
And blae and bluidy bruised her; blue
When sic a husband was frae hame,
What wife but had excused her?