The sowpe their only hawkie does afford, milk, cow
That 'yont the hallan snugly chows her cood; beyond, partition, cud
The dame brings forth in complimental mood,
To grace the lad, her weel-hain'd kebbuck, fell; well-saved cheese, strong
And aft he's prest, and aft he ca's it good;
The frugal wifie, garrulous, will tell
How 'twas a towmond auld sin' lint was i' the bell. twelve-month, flax, flower
The cheerfu' supper done, wi' serious face
They round the ingle form a circle wide;
The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace,