An' her ain fit it brunt it; foot
While Willie lap, an' swoor by jing, by Jove
'Twas just the way he wanted
To be that night.
Nell had the fause-house in her min', mind
She pits hersel an' Rob in;
In loving bleeze they sweetly join,
Till white in ase they're sobbin: ashes
Nell's heart was dancin' at the view:
She whisper'd Rob to leuk for't: