The grey hairs yet stack to the heft;
Wi’ mair, o’ horrible and awfu’,
Which e’en to name wad be unlawfu’.
As Tammie glowr’d amaz’d, and curious,
The mirth and fun grew fast and furious:
The Piper loud and louder blew;
The dancers quick and quicker flew;
They reel’d, they set, they cross’d, they cleekit,
Till ilka Carlin swat and reekit,
And coost her duddies to the wark,