Joanna Baillie

“ Fraser, a hautbois player in Edinburgh, and acquainted with Burns, distinguished himself by his manner of playing the air. "When he plays it slow," says Burns, "he makes it, in fact, the language of despair." ”

“ O gin my wife wad strike hooly and fairly!
⁠Hooly and fairly, &c.
When tired wi' her cantraps, she lies in her bed,
The wark a' neglecket, the house ill up-red,
When a' our guid neighbours are stirring right early,
O gin my wife wad sleep timely and fairly! ”

“ And he squeez'd his blue bonnet his twa hands between,
⁠For wooers that come when the sun's in the south,
Are mair aukwart than wooers that come at e'en.
"Black Madge she is prudent."—"What's that to me?"
⁠"She is eident and sober, has sense in her noddle,
⁠Is douse and respeckit."—"I care na a boddle.
I'll baulk na' my luive, and my fancy's free."
⁠Madge toss'd back her head wi' a saucy slight,
And Nanny ran laughing out to the green;
⁠For wooers that come whan the sun shines bright,
Are no like the wooers that come at e'en. ”