And whan she cam to Marie's Kirk,
She sat on Marie's stean:
The cleading that Fair Annet had on
It skinkled in their een.
"Lord Thomas And Fair Annet" by Andrew Lang
Up the gravel end thick spreading
Crap the clasping ivy green,
Back owre, firs the high craigs cleading,
Rais'd a' round a cozy screen;
"Scotland's Scaith, Or, The History O' Will And Jean. Owre True A Tale. In Two Parts" by Hector MacNeill
We brong thee up, pat thee to schuil,
And clead te weel as peer fwok can;
We larn'd thee beath to dance and read,
But now tou's crazy for a man.
O, monie are, &c.
"Dick Watters" by Robert Anderson