There's a song sung by Tannahill Weavers called "COME UNDER MY PLAIDIE" that's a discussion between an elderly man and a young woman:

Come under my plaidie the nights gane ta fa'
Come in frae the cold blast, the drift and the snaw
Come under my plaidie and sit doon beside me
There's room in it lassie believe me for twa
Come under my plaidie and sit doon beside me
I'll hap ye frae every cauld wind that can blaw
Comme under my plaidie and sit doon beside me
There's room in it lassie believe me for twa

Gae wa wi your plaidie auld Donald gae wa
I fear nae the cauld blast, the drift or the snaw
Gae wa wi your plaidie, I'll no sit beside ye
Ye might be my gutcher(grandfather)auld Donal gae wa
I'm gaun tae meet Johnnie, He's young and he's bonnie
He's been at Meg's bridle fu' trig and fu braw
Nane dances sae lightly,sae gracefu' sae tightly
His cheeks like the new rose, his brow's like the snaw

Dear Marion let that flee stick tae the wa
Your Jock's but a gowk and has naethin' ava'
The hale o' his pack he has no on his back
He's thirty and I am but three score an twa
Be frank noo an' kin'ly I'll busk ye aye finely,
Tae kirk or tae merket they'll few gang sae braw
A bien hoose tae bide in a chaise for tae ride in
And flunkies tae tend ye as aft as ye ca'

My faither aye tellt me my mither an a
Ye'd mak a guid husband and keep me aye braw
It's true I lo' Johnnie, he's young and he's bonnie
But wae's me I ken he has naethin ava'
I hae little tocher ye've made a guid offer
I'm noo mair than twenty my time is but sma'
Sae gie me yer plaidie, I'll creep in beside ye
I thocht ye'd been aulder than three score an' twa.

^^ This is from their "The Mermaids Song" CD.