But for this girl, I know her for a comely lass and good-hearted, and have wondered often how she came to have him for her father.

In former years it was customary to carry sprigs of rosemary at a funeral, probably because this plant was considered emblematical of remembrance: "To show their love, the neighbours far and near, Follow'd with wistful look the damsel's bier; Spring'd rosemary the lads and lasses bore, While dismally the parson walked before.

'It'll be the young lass in the stationery shopher that ye whiles see at yer Uncle Purdie's hooseeh?' 'Hoo did ye ken?' 'Oh, jist guessed.