Hector Macneil

“ And, thowless, he tint his gate 'mang the deep snaw:
The howlet was screaming, while Johnnie cried, Women
Wad marry auld Nick, if he'd keep them aye braw.
O, the deil's in the lasses! they gang now sae braw,
They'll lie down wi' auld men o' four score and twa;
The haill o' their marriage is gowd and a carriage;
Plain love is the cauldest blast now that can blaw. ”

“ Auld dotards, be wary! tak' tent wha you marry;
Young wives, wi' their coaches, they'll whip and they'll ca',
Till they meet wi' some Johnnie that's youthfu' and bonnie,
And they'll gi'e ye horns on ilk haffet to claw. ”