Wi' bonnet aff, quoth I, "Sweet lass,
" I think ye seem to ken me;
"I'm sure I've seen that bonie face,
" But yet I canna name ye. "
Quo' she, an' laughan as she spak,
An' taks me by the han's,
" Ye, for my sake, hae gien the feck
"Of a' the ten comman's
A screed some day."