And if ye’ll be no contrairy
I’ll gi’e ye a gown o’ silk.”
But the big, big coo wouldn’t hold still. “Look at that, now!” said the wee, wee Mannie:
“What’s a wee, wee Mannie to do,
Wi’ such a big contrairy coo?”
So off he went to his mother at the house. “Mither,” said he, “coo won’t stand still, and wee, wee Mannie can’t milk big, big coo.”
“Hout!” said his mother, “take stick and beat coo.”
So off he went to get a stick from the tree, and said:
“Break, stick, break,
And I’ll gi’e ye a cake.”