Rigwoodie hags wad spean a foal,
Louping and flinging on a crummock,
I wonder did na turn thy stomach.
But Tam ken’d what was what fu’ brawly,
There was ae winsome wench and waly,
That night enlisted in the core,
(Lang after ken’d on Carrick shore;
For mony a beast to dead she shot,
And perish’d mony a bonnie boat,
And shook baith meikle corn and bear,