The only part o' my dress wi' which I was satisfied, was a spotless pair o' nankeen pantaloons.

John Anderson, my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither; And monie a canty day, John, We've had wi' are anither: Now we maun totter down, John, But hand in hand we'll go, And sleep thegither at the foot, John Anderson, my jo.

I wud ha'e let ye enjoy yer pairty in peace, but what wi' the forebodin's o' ma auld frien' an' the scent o' the hens an' pigs, I could thole nae longer.

The only part o' my dress wi' which I was satisfied, was a spotless pair o' nankeen pantaloons.

I'll jist ax en to come to tea next Sunday, and I'll tell en as a very nice body what we've lately got acquainted wi' be a' a-comin' to tea, too; an' I'll jist set down, careless-like, as she have got a bank-book what is worth seein'.