Again:—
| Eezy ozy moolin's o' bread, Kens na whaur to lay her head, Atween the Kirkgate and the Cross There stands a bonnie white horse, It can gallop, it can trot, It can carry the mustard-pot. |
And yet again:—
| Willie Warstle, auld Carle, Dottered, dune, and doited bodie, Feeds his weans on calfs' lugs, Sowps o' brose, and draps o' crowdie. |
In Arbroath and district, mothers, indicating the various parts of the child's anatomy as they proceed, sing:—
| Brow o' knowledge, Eye o' life, Scent bottle, Penknife. Cheek cherry, Neck o' grace, Chin o' pluck— That's your face. Shoulder o' mutton, Breast o' fat, Vinegar-bottle, Mustard-pot— That's my laddie. |
Touching severally the various buttons on the child's dress during its repetition, this sort of fortune-telling rhyme is common:—
| A laird, a lord, A rich man, a thief, A tailor, a drummer, A stealer o' beef. |
Or supposing for the nonce that the child is a piece of cooper-work, requiring to be mended, the following, accompanied by the supposed process, may be sung:—