He swoor 'twas hilchin Jean M'Craw, halting
Or crouchie Merran Humphie, hunchbacked Marian
Till stop! she trotted thro' them a';
An' wha was it but grumphie the sow
Asteer that night! Astir
Meg fain wad to the barn gane have gone
To winn three wechts o' naething;[15]
But for to meet the Deil her lane, alone
She pat but little faith in: put