His wife and weans micht hungry be;
Tam ne’er cared a single flee,
As lang’s he’d got the barley bree.—
Weary fa’ the brewing o’t!
Hame he reeled fu’ late at nicht,—
Weary fa’ the brewing o’t!
Gi’ein’ wife an’ weans a fricht,—
Weary fa’ the brewing o’t!
An’ when ance atowre the door,
He wad stamp, an’ shout, an’ roar;