Even Satan glowr'd, and fidg'd fu' fain, fidgeted with fondness
And hotch'd and blew wi' might and main: jerked
Till first ae caper, syne anither, then
Tam tint his reason a' thegither, lost
And roars out ‘Weel done, Cutty-sark!’ Short-shift
And in an instant all was dark!
And scarcely had he Maggie rallied,
When out the hellish legion sallied.
As bees bizz out wi' angry fyke fret
When plundering herds assail their byke, herd-boys, nest