Zi fill oor barns wi plenty:
"Thank God," says Jack, "these are his gifts,
Ye fields 'twas him at sent ye."
Plenty thronged like an empress sat
Upon the broo 'o Cayton;
Wea laughed an made the hills ti smile
For miles round bonny Ayton.
DOLLY'S GAON; OR, THE EFFECTS OF PRIDE.[247]
THE neighbours all remember weel