Contented Wi Little And Cantie Wi Mair
uble, should that be may fa',
a night o' gude fellowship sowthers it a':
when at the blythe end o' our jour st,
wha the deil ever thinks o' the road he has past?
tented wi' little, &c.
blind ce, let her snapper and stoyte on her way;
be't to me, be't frae me, e'ehe jade gae:
e ease, or e travail, e pleasure or pain,
my warst word is: “wele, and wele again!”
tented wi' little, &c.