“Mistress Jean was makin’ the elder-flower wine:
‘And what brings the laird at sic a like time?’
She put aff her apron, and on her silk gown,
Her mutch wi’ red ribbons, and gaed awa down.
“And when she cam’ ben, he bowèd fu’ low,
And what was his errand he soon let her know:
Amazed was the laird when the lady said ‘Na,’
And wi’ a laigh curtsey she turnèd awa’.
“Dumbfoundered he was—nae sigh did he gie;
He mounted his mare—he rade cannily;