when sic a husband was frae hame,
what wife but wad excus'd her!
i dighted aye her e'en sae blue,
an' bann'd the cruel randy,
and weel i wat, her willin' mou
was sweet as sugar-die.
at gloamin-shot, it was i wot,
i lighted on the monday;
but i cam thro' the tyseday's dew,
to wanton willie's brandy.