He bleez'd owre her, an' she owre him, blazed
As they wad never mair part;
Till fuff! he started up the lum, chimney
An' Jean had e'en a sair heart
To see't that night.
Poor Willie, wi' his bow-kail runt, cabbage stump
Was brunt wi' primsie Mallie, precise Molly
An' Mary, nae doubt, took the drunt, huff
To be compar'd to Willie:
Mall's nit lap out, wi' pridefu' fling, leapt, start