Sae trig, i’ the burrow’s toune below,
Their first feet as they left the kirk
Was the burial o’ Jamie’s joe.
Jamie he labourt air an’ late,
An’ mickle carit for pleugh an’ kye;
But laigher aye he sank i’ the warl’
As the weary years gaed by.
His puir gudewife was dowie an’ wae;
His threesome bairns a grief to see—
The tane it was deaf, the tither blin’,