Put out your han’ an’ pree them.”
He spoke, an’ han’d the cakes about,
Whilk ev’ry eater prized;
Until the basket was run out,
They did as he advised.
An’ ilka ane that got a share,
Said that they were fu’ dainty;
While Rab cri’d eat, an’ dinna spare;
For I hae cakes in plenty.
And i’ the corner stan’s a cheese,