Arran

Westward of Arran as I sailed away; / I saw the fairest sight eye can behold-- / Rocks which, illumined by the morning's ray, / Seemed like a glorious city built of gold.

Sweep'th Arrans down, till all be clean neer lin, Els he'l leauk all Agye when he comes in […]

"And th' arrand (spider)? Yes, but I hev: I 've read th' history o' Scotland, and happen knaw as mich on't as ye; and I understand ye to mean to say ye 'll persevere."

Shoo wor a beautiful lass—cheeks like a rose, hair colour o' gowd, an' fine an' silky as an arran web.