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He’s aye a penny in his pouch, For dinner and for supper,And gin she please a good fat cheese And lumps o’ yellow butter.
Behind the door a bag of meal, And in the kist was plenty,Of good hard cakes his mither bakes And bannocks were na scanty,A good fat sow a sleeky cow, Was standing in the byre,Whilst lazy puss with mealy mouse Was playing at the fire.
Good signs are these my mither And bids me tak the miller, [saysFor foul day and fair day, He’s aye bringing till her.For meal and malt she does na want, Nor ony thing thas’s dainty,And now and then a keckling hen, To lay her eggs in plenty.