She did na wait on talkin
To spier that night. ask
Wee Jenny to her grannie says,
‘Will ye go wi' me, grannie?
I'll eat the apple[13] at the glass,
I gat frae uncle Johnie:’
She fuff't her pipe wi' sic a lunt, puffed, smoke
In wrath she was sae vap'rin,
She noticed na an aizle brunt cinder burnt
Her braw new worset apron worsted