Twit me, I am thy tyke;
Meekness for thee aught.
Yerk me to weal daut',
Sweven nor Muse
Wad taw me to this ruddy hue —
Wark aptly my drear,
'Hesting dirdum:
Heyday! — a swingeing shrew.
Skelp me — gar me pain,
Pray soft; tender ache.
Yerk me to weal daut',
Sweven nor Muse
Wad taw me to this ruddy hue —
Wark aptly my drear,
'Hesting dirdum:
Heyday! — a swingeing shrew.
Kill!
Kill!
Kill!