The Magic pill, or, Davie and Bess (1810s, 1820s, 1830s)
“ Alane by his room chimly lug. "Wow, Nanse," quo' he, "I hope ye fe weel, How manag'd Bessie wi' the Pill?" "O rate!" quo' she, "the Pill did gran', Losh keep us! ye're an unco' man! For siç a wondrous cantrip flight, Ye surely ha'e the second sight! The like o' you can laugh at evils, At warlocks, witches, ghaists and devils! ”
