What then? poor beastie, thou maun live!
A daimen icker in a thrave odd ear, 24 sheaves
'S a sma' request; Is
I'll get a blessin' wi' the lave, rest
And never miss't!
Thy wee bit housie, too, in ruin!
Its silly wa's the win's are strewin'! frail
An' naething, now, to big a new ane,
O' foggage green!