The distant Cumnock hills out-owre; above
To count her horns, wi' a' my pow'r,
I set mysel;
But whether she had three or four
I cou'd na tell.
I was come round about the hill,
And todlin' down on Willie's mill,
Setting my staff, wi' a' my skill,
To keep me sicker; secure
Tho' leeward whyles, against my will,