"Ae weet forenicht i the yow-trummle
 I saw yon antrin thing,
 A watergaw wi its chitterin licht
              Ayont the on-ding;
 An I thocht o the last wild look ye gied
 Afore ye deed !
 
 There was nae reek i the laverock's hoose
               That nicht - an nane i mine;
               But I hae thocht o that foolish licht
  Ever sin syne;
  An I think that mebbe at last I ken
  What your look meant then."