Millions o’ bairns that are no’ worth ha’en.
Wull ever a wumman be big again
Wi’s muckle’s a Christ? Yech, there’s nae sayin’.
Gin that’s the best that you ha’e comin’,
Fegs but I’m sorry for you, wumman!
Yet a’e thing’s certain.—Your faith is great.
Whatever happens, you’ll no’ be blate!...
Mary lay in jizzen
As it were claith o’ gowd,
But it’s in orra duds