Tae wade a' day in icy streams
An' flog the burn wi' feckless flies
Though ilka trout declines tae rise,
Then hameward crunch wi' empty creel
Tae sit and hark wi' unquenched zeal
Tae dafties' tales o' lonesome tarns
Cramfu' o' trout as big as barns."
E'en thus the envious Southron girds
Complainin' fate wi' bitter words
For a' the virtues she allots