An' dinna stan' at the door i' the gloamin'.

An' dinna stan' claikin' an' jawin' wi' the ither lasses whan ye gang to the wall for watter.

An' whan ye gang intil a chop, dinna hae them sayin' ahint yer back, as sune's yer oot again, "She's her ain mistress by way o'," or sic like.

An' min' ye hae worship wi' yersel', whan I'm nae here to hae 't wi' ye.

Ye can come benn to the parlour gin ye like.