Artist (irritated by the preliminaries of composition and the too close proximity of an uninteresting native). "I think you needn't wait any longer. There's really nothing to look at just now."
Native. "Ay, an' I doot there'll never be muckle to look at there!"
THE DONKEY-BOYS OF ENGLAND
(A Song for the Seaside)
The Donkey-Boys of England, how merrily they fly,
With pleasant chaff upon the tongue and cunning in the eye.
And oh! the donkeys in a mass how patiently they stand,