The Witch of Ae.

A pawkie auld kimmer wons in yon glen,1
Nane kens how kimmer can fight and fen ;2
Kimmer gets bread, and kimmer gets cheese,3
And kimmer’s uncannie e’en keep her at ease.4
Kimmer can sit i’ the coat-tail o’ the moon,5
And tipple red wine in Brabant brewn ;6
Kimmer can sit, and say, “ E’en be it sae !”7
And red rowes the Nith between banking and brae ;8
I creeshed kimmer’s loof weel wi’ howdy fee,9
Else a cradle had never been rocked for me.”10