When skirlin' weanies see the light, squalling babies
Thou maks the gossips clatter bright
How fumblin' cuifs their dearies slight—dolts
Wae worth the name!
Nae Howdie gets a social night, Midwife
Or plack frae them. small coin
When neibors anger at a plea, lawsuit
An' just as wud as wud can be, mad
How easy can the barley-bree -brew
Cement the quarrel!