This is what I make of it.
Danderin' down the loanin'
On a day of spring wi' Kathy McIlvenna
Says I, "The whin's a tidy thing,"
Says she, "I wouldn't wonder,
But I never thought much about whins," says she,
An' me just studyin' to be polite,
Ach, girls is a mystery to me, girls is quare!
Walkin' up the low road
On a harvest night, wi' Hetty Saunderson,
Says I, "The moon's a wee thing bright,"
Says she, "ye needn't bother,
For I'm only out? gallivantin," says she,
An' me just thinkin' the crack was good,
Sowl, girls is a mystery to me, girls is quare!
Sittin' up in Wullie's fiel'
A wheen o' nights wi' Jinny Anderson
Says I, "Thon house would do us,"
"Och Jack," says she, "I wouldn't marvel,"
An' a clatter o' talk fell between her an' me,
An' the whole thing's fixed, an' the date to be,
Boys, girls is a mystery to me, girls is quare!