Ay! ye'll a' hearken noo; but it's no lauchin', though there was sculduddery eneuch, nae doobt, afore it cam' that len'th.

And mony a het drap did the puir lassie greet, I can tell ye.

Faith! it was no lauchin' to her.

She was a servan' o' oors, an' a ticht bonnie lass she was.

They ca'd her the weyver's bonny Mary--that's the name she gaed by.