They roar an' cry a' throu'ther; pell-mell
The very wee things toddlin' rin—run
Wi' stocks out-owre their shouther; over, shoulder
An' gif the custock's sweet or sour, if, pith
Wi' joctelegs they taste them; pocket-knives
Syne coziely, aboon the door, Then, above
Wi' cannie care they've plac'd them cautious
To lie that night.
The lasses staw frae 'mang them a' stole
To pou their stalks o' corn;[9]