Pocks of meal, hens and cockies,
They made that country bare of chuckies,
Made many a Carlin whinge and girn,
By crowdie of her meal and kirn:
All this they did before their eyes,
Guidwife cum sup here an ye please,
I own indeed it was a failing;
But yet I cannot call it stealing:
Because some folks refus’d to sell:
How long, now, cou’d ye fast yoursell?