A couple of Eighteenth-Century Scots ones come to mind; one is "The rowin' o't in her apron", another "Jenny dang the Wabster" ("Jenny beguiled the Weaver", as the polite would have it):

As I cam in by Fisherrow, Musselburgh wis near me,
I threw aff my mussel-pokes And coorted wi' my dearie,

Up stairs, doon stairs, timmer stairs fear me,
I thocht it lang tae lie my lane, And I sae near my dearie,

Oh, had her apron bidden doun The Kirk wad ne'er hae kent it,
But since the word's gane thro' the toun, My dear, I canna mend it;

Up stairs, &c.


Significance fully to be understood in the context of katlaughing posting of 6th February.