Ilk foggy[52] sheugh aroond ye scan,
An’ nip as mony as ye can,
’Twill help a wee tae gar ye stan’
The winter weather,
For fient a midge ye’ll pree[53] gin than
Amang the heather.
I kenna hoo ye’ll fend ava
Gin a’ the muirs are clad wi’ snaw.
I doot ye’ll hae tae snooze awa’
Sax months at least,