And make you thick as any dough -,
And when the pan was brimful,
"Would mess you up in scuttle dishes,
Syne bid us sup till we were fou -,
Lay down her head upon a poke.
Then sleep and snore like any sow."
"Away! away! you bad woman,
For all your vile words grieveth me;
When ye hide so little for yourself,
I;m sure ye'll hide far less for me.