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THE HUMBLE BEGGAR.
In Scotland there lived a humble Beggar,He had neither house, nor hauld, nor hame,But he was well liked by ilka bodie,And they gae him funkets to rax his wame.
A nivefow o' meal, and a handfow o'groats,A dadd o' barnock, or herring brie,Cauld parrage, or the lickings o' plates,Wad made him as blyth as a beggar cou'd be.
This Beggar he was a humble Beggar,The feint a bit o' pride had he,He wad a ta'en his a'ms in a bikker,Frae gentleman, or poor bodie.
His wallets a-hint and a-fore did hang,In as good order as wallets cou'd be:A lang kail-gully hang down by his side,And a meikle nowt-horn to rout on had he.
It happened ill, it happened warse,It happened fae, that he did die: And wha do ye think was at his late-wake,But lads and lasses o' high degree.
Some were blyth, and some were sad,And sone they play'd at blind Harrie;But suddenly up-started the auld Carle,I redd ye, good fowk's, tak tent o' me.
Up gat Kate that sat i'the nook,Vow Kimmer, and how do ye?Up he gat, and ca'd her a Limmer,And ruggit and tuggid her cockernonie.
