Are there that night decided:
Some kindle, couthie, side by side, comfortably
An' burn thegither trimly;
Some start awa, wi' saucy pride,
An' jump out-owre the chimlie out of the chimney
Fu' high that night.
Jean slips in twa, wi' tentie e'e; watchful
Wha 'twas, she wadna tell;
But this is Jock, an' this is me,
She says in to hersel: whispers