Anonymous, The Scots Piper's Queries, or, John Falkirk's Carriches (1790)
“ Well, well, goodman, then you will let me have nothing, take it all and give me peace; so away they went to bed, and the good wife turned her backside toward the goodman, and as he was falling asleep, she draws up her smoke and lets fly in the goodman's shirt tail, which awakened him in as great fright as he had been shot; ay, ay, woman, what are ye about? what am I about said she: dear woman you are filling the bed Not I goodman, for when my arse was my own I took care of it, and take ye care of it now, it is yours. ”
