Love's like a jujube covered ower wi sugar
But another chap changes it tae sooricks a the gither
When it's on ae side, like the hanle o a jug
It's cauld kail early in the mornin

When a man gets a smack fae cupid's little arra
It's like hurlin in a perambulator doon the hill o Barra
But when she willna hae ye, its like lyin on the rack
Wi a thoosand maggie-mony-feets a-crawlin doon yer back.