Comin Thro' The Rye                                         

O, Jenny's a' weet, poor body,
  Jenny's seldom dry:
She draigl't a' her petticoatie,
  Comin thro' the rye!

Comin thro' the rye, poor body,
  Comin thro' the rye,
She draigl't a' her petticoatie,
  Comin thro' the rye!

Gin a body meet a body
  Comin thro' the rye,
Gin a body kiss a body,
  Need a body cry?

Gin a body meet a body
  Comin thro' the glen,
Gin a body kiss a body,
  Need the warl' ken?

Gin a body meet a body
  Comin thro' the grain;
Gin a body kiss a body,
  The thing's a body's ain.

- Robert Burns

Just sharing a poem that I like a lot. Especially because every time I read the poem again, the meaning seems to change over horizons. And every meaning felt dear and close. Social stigma/ erotica ? I wonder what played in his head as he wrote it. Was he smiling because he knew how confused I'd be, was it why he put in the ambiguity, or was the ambiguity a shroud to hide something clear? How are we to know?