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He wat’s nae whilk end o’ him’s uppermost He woes for cake and pudding Hens are aye free of horses corn His auld brass will buy a new pan His heart’s in his hose His room’s better than his company His tongue’s nae slander His tongue’s no in his pouch Hunger is good kitchen Hunger dogs are blythe of bursten puddings Hungry stewards wear mony shoon

I                I bake nae bread by your shins I can scarce believe you, you speak sae fair I canna afford you baith tale and lugs I have gi’en a stick to break my ain head I have another tow on my rock I have mair ado than a dish to wash I have ta'en the sheaf frae the mare I have baith my meat and my mense I have seen mair than I have eaten I ken by my cog wha milks my cow I’ll gie ye a meeting as Mungo gae his mither I'll gar his ain garters tye up his ain hose I'll gar him draw his belt to his ribs I'll never dirty the bonnet I'm gaun to put on                I'll never lout sae laigh and lift sae little I like not to make a toil of pleasure I’m o’er auld a cat to draw a strae before I’m no every man’s dog that whistles on me                I’m no obliged to summer and winter you I might bring a better speaker frae hame than you I may come to break an egg in your pouch I never liked a dry bargain I never lo’ed meat that craw’d in my craigie I think mair of your kindness than it’s a’ worth