Twit me, I am thy tyke; Meekness for thee aught. Yerk me to weal daut', Sweven nor Muse Wad taw me to this ruddy hue - Wark aptly my drear, 'Hesting dirdum: Heyday! - a swingeing shrew. Skelp me - gar me pain, Pray soft; tender ache. Yerk me to weal
