kit laverock! (silly)

Come to yer nest;
Yer wife's sair prest;
She's clean worn oot wi' duin' her best,
Rovin' laverock!

Winna ye haud?
Ye're surely mad!
Is there naebody there to gie ye a daud? (blow)
Menseless laverock!

Come doon an' conform;
Pyke an honest worm,
An' hap yer bairns frae the muckle storm,
Spendrife laverock!

THE BIRD SINGS:

My nestie it lieth
I' the how o' a han'; (hollow)
The swing o' the scythe
'Ill miss 't by a span.

The lift it's sae cheerie!
The win' it's sae free!
I hing ower my dearie,
An' sing 'cause I see.

My wifie's wee breistie
Grows warm wi' my sang,
An' ilk crumpled-up beastie
Kens no to think lang.

Up here the sun sings, but
He only shines there!
Ye haena nae wings, but
Come up on a prayer.

THE MAN SINGS:

Ye wee daurin' cratur,
Ye rant an' ye sing
Like an oye o' auld Natur' (grandchild)
Ta'en hame by the King!

Ye wee feathert priestie,
Yer bells i' yer thro't.
Yer altar yer breistie
Yer mitre forgot--

Offerin' an' Aaron,
Ye burn hert an' brain
An' dertin' an' daurin
Flee back to yer ain

Ye wee minor prophet,
It's 'maist my belief
'At I'm doon i' Tophet,
An' you abune grief!

Ye've deavt me an' daudit, (deafened) (buffeted)
An' ca'd me a fule:
I'm nearhan' persuaudit
To gang to your schule!

For, birdie, I'm thinkin'
Ye ken mair nor me--
Gien ye haena been drinkin',
An' sing as ye see.

Ye maun hae a sicht 'at
Sees geyan far ben; (considerably) (inwards)
An' a hert for the micht o' 't
Wad sair for nine men! (serve)

Somebody's been till
Roun to ye wha (whisper)
Said birdies war seen till
E'en whan they fa'!

After the reading of the poem, Sir Gilbert and Lady Galbraith
withdrew, and went towards the new part of the house, where they had
their rooms. On the bridge, over which Ginevra scarcely ever passed
without stopping to look both up and down the dry channel in the
rock, she lingered as usual, and gazed from its windows. Below, the
waterless bed of the burn opened out on the great valley of the
Daur; above was the landslip, and beyond it the stream rushing down
the mountain. Gibbie pointed up to it. She gazed a while, and gave
a great sigh. He asked her--their communication was now more like
that between two spirits: even signs had become almost
unnecessary--what she wanted or missed. She