Or tae let lasses see the wey hand-cloots were spun.
Feint a trace o’ the carlin’ there’s noo left ava—
Her wee hoosie’s doon, an’ the auld tree an’ a’,
That waggit ayont it for mony a year
Ere anither bit timmer took thocht to grow here.
A. Farquharson.
Lanely Bield (1887?).
EPISTAL TO ALAN REID. EDINBURGH. 1888.
Gin August wiles oot wi’ her smile
Auld Reekie’s sons when freed frae toil,