...sees the visit's no ill ta'en ; The father craks of horses, pleughs, and kye. The youngster's artless heart o'erflows wi' joy, But blate an' laithfu', scarce...a woman's wiles, can spy What makes the youth sae bashfu' an' sae grave 5 Weel-pleas'd to think her bairn 's respected like the lave. But now the supper...