The Entail; or, The Lairds of Grippy
she has such a heart for a thrangerie butt and ben, that, rather than want wark, she'll mak a baby o' the beetle, and dance til't, cracking her thumbs, and singing,    Dance to your deddie, my bonny leddie;   Jink through the reelie; jook round and wheelie;     Bob in the setting, my bonny lamb;   And ye's get a slicie o' a dishie nicie--     Red-cheekit apples and a mutton ham.