The Wooin' O' Tummas

After R. B.     Tummas Katt cam' roun' to woo,     Ha, ha, the wooin' o't;     Lichtly sang ta lang nicht thro',     Ha, ha, the mewin' o't;     Tabbie, winsome, tim'rous beast,     Speakit: 'Tummas, hand tha' weist!     Girt auld Tummas 'gan inseest;     Ha, ha, the doin' o't!     Tabbie laucht, an' brawly fleired,     Ha, ha, the fleirin' o't;     Tummas, - ech! but Tummas speired     Ha, ha, the speirin' o't;     Sic an awesome, fearfu' screep,     Wakin' a' aroun' frae sleep;     Fegs, it gar'd the Gudeman weep!     Ha, ha, the hearin' o't!     Quoth the Gudeman: 'Dairm his een!'     Ha, ha, the swearin' o't;     'Muckle fasht was I yestreen,     A' thro' the bearin' o't!     Ere the sonsie moon was bricht,     Clean awa' till mornin' licht,     Mickle sleep was mine the nicht;     Ha, ha, the wearin' o't!'     'Where are noo ma booties twa?     Ha, ha, the stoppin' o't;     'Tis mysel' shall gar him fa';     Ha, ha, the coppin' o't!     'Gin a bootie, strang an' stoot,     Sneckit Tummas roun' ta snoot,     Winna Tummas gang frae oot?     Ha, ha, the droppin' o't!'     Swuft the pawky booties came,     Ha, ha, the flittin' o't:     Tummas scraught, an' lit for hame,     Ha, ha, the spittin' o't;     Lauchit Tabbs to see him fa';     Leapit frae ta gairden wa';     Quoth the Gudeman: 'Dairm it a'!     What price the hittin' o't?'