And twa red-cheekit apples,
To watch, while for the barn she sets, sets out
In hopes to see Tam Kipples
That very night.
She turns the key wi' cannie thraw, cautious twist
An' owre the threshold ventures;
But first on Sawnie gies a ca', call
Syne bauldly in she enters; Then
A ratton rattl'd up the wa', rat
An' she cried ‘Lord preserve her!’