The discreet hint

'Lass, when your mither is frae hame,

May I but be sae bauld -

As com to your bower window,

And creep in frae the cauld?

As come to your bower window,

And when it's cauld and wat,

Warm me in they fair bosom –

Sweet lass, may I do that?'

'Young man, gin ye should be sae kind,

When our gude-wife's frae hame,

As come to my bower window,

Where I am laid my lane,

To warm thee in my bosom,

Tak' tent, I'll tell thee what;

The way to me lies through the Kirk –

Young man, do ye hear that?'