For man an’ for beast; an’ we ettled to dae gude,
But the frost it has backit it sairly.
“An’ when that the frost it did gang awa’,
The rain it came on like to ruin us a’;
It rained that lang, that it shortened the straw,
An’ added aye the mair till our mornin’.
“But yet for a’ that we maunna compleen,
It was sae ordered, or it ne’er wad ha’ been;
It was maybe for our gude, tho’ that hasna yet been seen,
For to humble our pride in the mornin’.