But this is a sad an a sorrowfu seat,
To see my apron risin.
2
‘Oft hae I playd at the cards an the dice
For love of my [rantin] laddie;
But now I man sit in my father’s kitchie-nouk,
A rokkin o my baby.
3
‘But gin I had ane o my father’s servans,
For he has so mony,