’Twas short and they had it by heart;
And they took as little inviting,
But strove who should have the fore-start.
They used no bashful dissembling,
But to in a passion did fall,
The dishes did by them stand trembling,
Their mercy appeared so small:
The butter, the cheese, and the bannocks,
Dissolved like snow in a fresh,
And still as they stuck in their stomachs,