A collection of ancient and modern Scottish ballads, etc

38?
After he's rals'cl a needless reek.
Syne he begins to grow mair meek.
For he meets wi' a great begeek
Frae empty binks^
Sae wi' his finger in his cheek,
Awa he slinks.
The ganger's scarcely frae the door.
When beggars they come in gelore,
Wi' wallops flapping in great store,
Rais'd up in cairns.
And birns baith a-hint and 'fore,
O' greetin bairns.
The auld anes raise a whinging tone.
And sigh and sob, and cry Ohon !
Syne blessings come with mony drone,
Frae man and wife,
Wha to their childer seek a scone.
To succour life.
Quo' they, " We're trachled unco sair.
We've gane twal mile o' yird and mair.
The gait was ill, our feet war bare.
The night is weety.
And gin ye quarters ha'e to spare,
O shaw your pity 1"
The lasses yammer frae their wheel,
^' There's mony sturdy gangril chiel *
That might be winnin meat fu' well.
And claise an' a' ;
YeVe just fit to make muck o' meal ;
Sae swith awa."
* Idle fellow.