I was just a bairn, an' clum in Sandie's boat, whaur I thoucht I would see the best of the employ.

My grandsire gied Sandie a siller tester to pit in his gun wi' the leid draps, bein' mair deidly again bogles.

And then the ae boat set aff for North Berwick, an' the tither lay whaur it was and watched the wanchancy thing on the braeside.
A' the time we lay there it lowped and flang and capered and span like a teetotum, and whiles we could hear it skelloch as it span.

I hae seen lassies, the daft queans, that would lowp and dance a winter's nicht, and still be lowping and dancing when the winter's day cam in.

But there would be folk there to hauld them company, and the lads to egg them on; and this thing was its lee-lane.