An' bairns greet for them when they're dead. weep
‘My poor tup-lamb, my son an' heir,
O bid him breed him up wi' care!
An', if he live to be a beast,
To pit some havins in his breast! put, behavior
An' warn him, what I winna name, will not
To stay content wi' yowes at hame; ewes
An' no to rin an' wear his cloots, hoofs
Like ither menseless graceless brutes. unmannerly
‘An neist my yowie, silly thing, next