Relinquish her for ever.
Wi' ghastly e'e, poor tweedle-dee
Upon his hunkers bended, hams
An' pray'd for grace wi' ruefu' face,
An' sae the quarrel ended.
But tho' his little heart did grieve
When round the tinkler prest her,
He feign'd to snirtle in his sleeve, snigger
When thus the caird address'd her:—