ound dividend,
an&039; ony ds an&039; sses&039; fates
are there that night decided:
kdle uthie side by side,
and burn thegither trily;
start awa wi&039; saucy pride,
an&039; jup out owre the chilie
fu&039; high that night
jean slips a, wi&039; tentie e&039;e;
wha &039;as, she wadna tell;
but this is jock, an&039; this is ,
she says to hersel&039;:
he bleez&039;d owre her, an&039; she owre hi,
as they wad never air part:
till fuff! he started up the ,
an&039; jean had e&039;en a sair heart
to see&039;t that night
poor willie, wi&039; his bow-kail runt,
was brunt wi&039; prisie allie;
an&039; ary, nae doubt, took the drunt,
to be par&039;d to willie:
all&039;s nit p out, wi&039; pridefu&039; flg,
an&039; her a fit, it brunt it;
while willie p, and swore by jg,
&039;as jt the way he wanted
to be that night
nell had the fae-hoe her &039;,
she pits hersel an&039; rob ;
lovg bleeze they sweetly jo,
till white ase they&039;re bb:
nell&039;s heart was danc at the view;
she whisper&039;d rob to leuk for&039;t:
rob, stownls, prie&039;d her bonie ou&039;,
fu&039; zie the neuk for&039;t,
unseen that night
but rran sat beht their backs,
her thoughts on andrew bell:
she lea&039;es the gash at their cracks,
an&039; slips out—by hersel&039;;
she thro&039; the yard the nearest taks,
an&039; for the kiln she goes then,
an&039; darkls grapit for the bauks,
and the be-ce throws then,
right fear&039;t that night
an&039; ay she &039;t, an&039; ay she swat—
i wat she ade nae jauk;
till thg held with the pat,
good lord! but she was auk!
but whether &039;as the deil hisel,
or whether &039;as a bauk-en&039;,
or whether it was andrew bell,
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