Ane sat, weel brac'd wi' mealy bags,
An' knapsack a' in order;
His doxy lay within his arm; mistress
Wi' usquebae an blankets warm whisky
She blinket on her sodger; leered
An' aye he gies the tozie drab flushed with drink
The tither skelpin' kiss, smacking
While she held up her greedy gab, mouth
Just like an aumous dish; alms
Ilk smack still did crack still