“ When Jamie vow'd he wad be mine;
⁠And wan frae me my heart.
O muckle lighter grew my creel,
⁠He swore we'd never part:
The boatic rows, the boatie rows,
⁠The boatie rows fu' weel,
And muckle lighter is the load,
⁠When love bears up the creel. ”

“ And oxters up the Book in state,
O' whilk he kens the de'il hate.
Whiles he's gloomin', while he's cival,
Whiles he's like a raging deevil;
But to mak bim guid, just tryste a lair!
Ay! that's the nick for Donald Caird. ”

“ And we're a' noddm', &c.
Kate sits i' the nenk, suppin' hen broo,
Diel tak' Kate, if she be na noddin' too,
And we're a' neddin', &c.
Cats like milk, dogs like broo,
Lads like lasses, and lasses lads too. ”