The pauky auld carle came ovir the lee,
Wi’ mony good-eens and days to mee,
Saying, “Good wife, for zour courtesie,
Will ze lodge a silly poor man?”
The night was cauld, the carle was wat,
And down azont the ingle he sat;
My dochters shoulders he gan to clap,
And cadgily ranted and sang.
“O wow!’ quo he, “were I as free,
As first when I saw this countrie,
How blyth and merry wad I bee!
And I was nevir think lang.”
(James Stewart)
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