Wee Jenny to her Graunie says,
'Will ye go wi' me Graunie?
' I'll eat the apple at the glass,
'I gat frae uncle Johnie:'
She fuff't her pipe wi' sic a lunt,
In wrath she was sae vap'rin,
She notic't na, an aizle brunt
Her braw, new, worset apron
Out thro' that night