10
‘O yer hogs will die out i the field,
Yer kye ill die i the byre;
An than, whan a’ yer gear is gane,
A fusom fag by yer fire!
But a’ will thrive at is wi you
An ye get yer heart’s desire.’
11
Willie’s turnd his horse’s head about,
He’s away to his mother’s bour, etc.