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An’ slip’t ow’r till Annan i’t’ Skinburneese bwoat.

An’ theer we wer’ weddit, i’ their way o’ weddin’;—

I dudn’t hafe like’t, but they said it wad dee;

An’ I dār-say it may’d—for a lass ’at was bred in

Their ways—but it wasn’t like weddin’ to me.

An’ when Will brong me back, varra shām-feàcet an’ freetent,

Ower t’ sin an’ disgrace on’t my mūdder went wild.—

Sair, sair dud my heart sink, but bravely it leeten’t

When Will prist me close up beside him, an’ smil’d.

My fadder said lāl, no’but whishtit my mudder,

An’ pettit an’ blest me wid tears iv his e’e;

Till beàth on us ru’t what hed gi’en him sec bodder,

An’ shām’t of our darrak steud Willie an’ me.

Eigh—for loave, he was kind! an’ he wad hev us weddit,

As t’ rest of his barns hed been—menseful an’ reet—

He leuk’t at oor Scotch weddin’-writin’ an’ read it,

But went up to t’ Priest’s aboot t’ license that neet.

An’ he keep’t me at heàm, though we hed a hoose riddy.

He said he mud hev me, while Will follow’t t’ sea.

An’ Will! weddin’ meàd him douce, careful, an’ stiddy,