You’ve left me bare of bed and claiths,
Deel brust you, by your graceless ways;
And when you’re drunk as you can see,
Come home and curse the bairns and me.
Turn topsy turvy all the house,
And every thing in it abuse;
Throw all the dishes off the shelf,
The platters, dubblers, and the delf.
And set the plates and spoons, in joke,
A flying round the room like smoke: