And ha na learnd the beggar’s tongue,
To follow me frae town to town,
And carry the gaberlunyie on.
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‘Wi kauk and keel, I’ll win your bread,
And spindles and whorles for them wha need,
Whilk is a gentil trade indeed,
To carry the gaberlunyie, O.
I’ll bow my leg, and crook my knee,
And draw a black clout oer my eye;