Rob, stownlins, prie'd her bonnie mou', by stealth, tasted, mouth
Fu' cozie in the neuk for't, corner
Unseen that night.
But Merran sat behint their backs, Marian
Her thoughts on Andrew Bell;
She lea'es them gashin' at their cracks, leaves, gabbing, chat
An' slips out by hersel:
She thro' the yard the nearest taks, nearest way
An' to the kiln she goes then,