"Why weep ye by the tide Lady
Why weep ye by the tide?"
"I was only chopping onions sir
Till ye came here to bide
But I will happily marry you
sae comely to be seen
It's a better choice than a council flat
wi Jock o' Hazeldene"

and

Me hat is frozen to me head
Me feet are like two lumps of lead
Me shoes are frozen to me feet...
So I'm off home for a hot bath