For the Mill was a place you could take your quean to, you would lean your bicycles up by the wall and take a peek through the kitchen window; syne off you would go, your two selves, and sit inside the old Mill itself; and your quean would say Don't! and smooth her short skirts, and she would tell you you would be lucky if you got two dances at the Fordoun ball, John Edwards was to take her there in his side-