Wi' sweet-milk cheese, in mony a whang, slice
An' farls bak'd wi' butter, cakes
Fu' crump that day. crisp
When by the plate we set our nose,
Weel heaped up wi' ha'pence,
A greedy glow'r Black Bonnet throws, the elder
An' we maun draw our tippence.
Then in we go to see the show:
On ev'ry side they're gath'rin';