Shall cry to heaven and pull a blessing on thee.
George Lillo.
34. A friend to the hen-coop you often are found;
When the rat or the weasel are prowling around,
Or chick become motherless strays from the wing,
A mother are you to the motherless thing.
Maria James.
35. A' the day you spier what news kind neibor bodies bring.
Motherwell.