'Our Stibble-rig was Rab M'Graen,
'A clever, sturdy fallow;
'His Sin gat Eppie Sim wi' wean,
That liv'd in Achmacalla:
' He gat hemp seed,I mind it weel,
' An' he made unco light o't;
'But monie a day was by himsel,
' He was sae sairly frighted
'That vera night.'