the dies arm-in-arm in clusters,
as great an' gracious a' as sisters;
but hear their absent thoughts o' ither,
they're a' run-deils an' jads thegither.
whiles, owre the wee bit cup an' ptie,
they sip the sdal-potioy;
or lee-ng nights, wi' crabbit leuks
pore owre the devil's pictur'd beuks;
stake on a ce a farmer's stackyard,
an' cheat like ony unhanged bckguard.
there's some exceptions, man an' woman;
but this is gentry's life in on.
by this, the sun was out of sight,
an' darke
The Twa Dogs(17/18)