The begger was a cuning carle, an never a word he spake
Till he got his turn dean, an sayn began to crak.
18
‘Is ther ony dogs about this toun? madin, tell me nou:’
‘Fatt wad ye dee we them, my hony an my dou?’
19
‘They wad ravie a’ my meall-poks an die me mukell wrang:’
‘O doll for the deaing o it! are ye the pear man?
20
‘I thought ye had ben some gentelman, just leak the leard of Brody!