Twa bonny dogs to kill a deir;
But Ingland suld have found me meal and mault,,
Gif I had lived this hundred yeir!
"She suld have found me meal and mault,
And beef and mutton in a' plentie;
But never a Scots wyfe could have said,
That e'er I skaithed her a puir flee.
"To seik het water beneith cauld ice,
Surely it is a greit folie—