“ Like Ladies in fine clothes they glance,
And now and then they take a dance,
With lads that's neat and braw.
And when they are going home at night,
Each merchant strives with all his might,
Whose windows shall show the best light ”

“ Or those that sell shall sorely ru't,
And with shame be sent awa, awa', &c.,
Then turn about to the east hand,
The Kerses all like gardens stand,
With many a pretty ridge of land,
Makes Farmers rich and braw. ”

“ No, says she, my laddie, that's not the thing, &c.
First, when my stays I began for to wear.
Neither the Kirk nor Session I did fear;
With ruffles and ribbons, and every thing braw,
That few thought I'd oxter'd my laddie at a', &c.
My Love was so handsome in every degree
His comely locks so ensnared me,
That he soon gain'd my love, which led in a snare;
And I'll never, never enter my laddie mair, &c.
⁠My daddie is like to be my dead,
For the losing of my maidenhead:
With the rock and the reel my minnie does me bang,
And all for the oxtering my laddie sae sae lang, &c. ”