gin he be spar'd to be a beast,
he'll draw me fifteen pund at least.
wheel-carriages i ha'e but few,
three carts, an' twa are feckly new;
an auld wheelbarrow, mair for token,
ae leg an' baith the trams are broken;
i made a poker o' the spin'le,
an' my auld mither brunt the trin'le.
for men, i've three mischievous boys,
run-deils for ranting an' for noise;
a gaudsman ane, a thrasher t' other:
wee davock hauds the nowt in fother.
i rule them as i ought, discreetly,
an' aften bour them pletely;
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