Janet, She Was Trim And Small, Swift Her Feet Could Go; Sandy, He Was Great And Tall, Sandy, He Was Slow. Dark The Curls On Janet'S Heid, Dark Her Een, And True; Sandy'S Hair Was Straicht An' Reid, Sandy'S Een Were Blue. Sandy Had Been Coortin' Lang, Sandy Wasna Bold, Blushed When Janet Trilled The Sang, Sweet As It Is Old: "Gin A Body Meet A Body Comin' Through The Rye, Gin A Body Kiss A Body, Need A Body Cry?" Janet'S Lips Were Reid And Ripe, Full O' Sic Delichts; Longing For Them Spoiled The Pipe Sandy Smoked O' Nichts. Janet Laughed When He Would Sigh, Janet Wasna Kin'. Spite O' A' As Days Went By Janet Filled His Min'. When In Kirk He Sat And Heard Sermons Deep And Lang, Every Fluttering Bird Ootside Seemed Piping Janet'S Sang. Through The Psalm, And Through The Prayer, Thought Went Wanderin' Wide - O What Were Toil, What Were Care, Wi' Janet By His Side? Janet, Wi' The Waist Sae Sma', Janet, Dear Indeed; Sermon, Psalm, And Prayer, And A', Sandy Didna Heed - Going Hame At Sober Pace Made Confession - Sae: "Hearken, Lord! Hide No Thy Face Though I Go Astray. "Help Me Juist Tae Do My Pairt - Win Her If I Can - Sae I Plead Wi' A' My Hairt, Help A Sinfu' Mon!" Surely Faith Was In That Prayer. Ere An Hour Went By Janet Cam' Wi' Lichtsome Air Through The Fields O' Rye. Sandy, Tak' Ye Hairt O' Grace - Surely 'Tisna Wrang - Here'S The Lass Wi' Saucy Face, How Runs Janet'S Sang? "Gin A Body Meet A Body Comin' Through The Rye, Gin A Body Kiss A Body Need A Body Cry?"