As I gang roon' the kintra-side Amang the young an' auld, I marvel at the things I see An' a' the lees I'm tauld. There's Mistress-weel, I winna say: I wadna hurt her pride,-...
I was gaun to my supper richt hungert an' tired, A' day I'd been hard at the pleugh; The snaw wi' the dark'nin' was fast dingin' on, An' the win' had a coorse kin' o' sough....