They sip the scandal-potion pretty;
Or lee-lang nights, wi' crabbit leuks, live-long, crabbed looks
Pore owre the devil's picture beuks; playing-cards
Stake on a chance a farmer's stack-yard,
And cheat like ony unhang'd blackguard.
There's some exception, man and woman;
But this is gentry's life in common.
By this the sun was out o' sight,
And darker gloamin' brought the night; twilight
The bum-clock humm'd wi' lazy drone, cockchafer