But, when that was all over we had potheen in store,
With a welcome I’d give it, which makes it much more,
Then no more of your valleys, with your mountains so high,
Where there’s nought to be had but a bleak wind and sky!
But come to the cottage, where plenty you’ll see,
With a “Keith mille falthee,” you’re welcome to me.
Anonymous.
The Trifle.
There’s not in the wide world so tempting a sweet