inspired by a wee keepsake

Our elderly neighbour handed me this little pot before we moved from Turriff. As I unwrapped it, she stood in her kitchen, and shyly sang,

'Just a wee Deoch an' Doris
Just a wee drap that's a'
Just a wee Deoch an' Doris
Afore we gang a'wa'
There's a wee wifie waiting
in a wee But an Ben
If yer can say
It's a braw bright moonlicht nicht
Yer alright yer ken'

I have just unwrapped it again. Sadly, our old neighbour had since passed away, but the keepsake tales pride of place on our new mantlepiece.