"We'll eat them a'," quo' Tam o' the linn.
Tam o' the linn had nae breeks to wear,
He coft him a sheep's-skin to make him a pair,
The fleshy side out, the woolly side in,
"It's fine summer cleeding," quo' Tam o' the linn.
Tam o' the linn he had three bairns,
They fell in the fire, in each others' arms;
"Oh," quo' the boonmost, "I've got a het skin;"
"It's better below," quo' Tam o' the linn.
Tam o' the linn gaed to the moss,