Thir breeks o' mine, my only pair, These trousers
That ance were plush, o' gude blue hair,
I wad hae gi'en them off my hurdies, buttocks
For ae blink o' the bonnie burdies! maidens
But wither'd beldams, auld and droll,
Rigwoodie hags wad spean a foal, Withered (?), wean
Louping and flinging on a crummock, Leaping, cudgel
I wonder didna turn thy stomach.
But Tam kent what was what fu' brawlie: full well
There was ae winsome wench and walie choice