"Mur 'bi'dh agam ach trudair bodaich, Bhogain anns an allt e; Mur 'bi'dh agam ach trudair bodaich, Bhogain anns an allt e; Bhogain agus bhogain agus bhogain th'ar a cheann e, 'S mur 'bi'dh a glan 'nuair bhidh e tioram, Bhogain 'rithisd ann e!"
Not very easily turned into English, but this is something like it--
"If my gudeman were cross and dour, I'd dip him in the burn, O! If my gudeman were cross and sour, I'd dip him in the burn, O; I'd dip the dear o'er head and ears until he'd grane and girn, O, And till he promised better things, he'd get the tother turn, O."
While stripping, it struck us that we were quite as wet on the occasion in question, as if for our sins we had undergone all the "dipping" threatened by the gudewife in the old reel; and the idea put us into good humour until tea and other fireside comforts made us forget all the pelting of the pitiless storm. How the remainder of winter and early spring may turn out meteorologically, it is impossible to forecast with any confidence, but meantime our old people, in their own opinion, at least, weatherwise and shrewd quoad hoc, are gravely shaking their heads over what they deem an unusual dearth of frost and snow in mid-winter.