An' we might as well ha' stent.
"Many's the time we built the tower,
Wi' the grey stone and the brown.
But aye the floods in autumn
Washed all the building down.
"And in my mind I see the morn
When we'll be brought to dee—
Yoursel' and your seven brothers,
And your young mother, and me.
"And oh, were it any but Armour,