Which maks thee startle
At me, thy poor earth-born companion,
An’ fellow mortal!
I doubt na, whyles, but thou may thieve;
What then? poor beastie, thou maun live!
A daimen icker in a thrave
’S a sma’ request;
I’ll get a blessin’ wi’ the lave,
An’ never miss ’t!
Thy wee bit housie, too, in ruin!