Twit me, I am thy tyke;
Meekness for thee aught.
Yerk me to weal daut',
Sweven nor Muse
Wad taw me to this ruddy hue
Wark aptly my drear,
'Hesting dirdum:
Heyday! A swingeing shrew.
Skelp me, gar me pain,
Pray soft; tender ache.
Yerk me to weal daut',
Sweven nor Muse
Wad taw me to this ruddy hue
Wark aptly my drear,
'Hesting dirdum:
Heyday! A swingeing shrew.