An’ he’s the Clark.
I then was dumb! how I was griev’d!
What would I gi’en to be reliev’d!
They us’d me waur than I had thiev’d,
Some strain’d their lungs,
An’ very loud they me mischiev’d
Wi’ their ill tongues.
Had you been there to hear and see
The manner how they guided me,
An’ greater penance wha could dree!