Page:Grand history on curious subjects, both entertaining and pleasant.pdf/24

 So here I can as canty be, As any laird in Fife, To earn my crooked pence each day, And come hame to my wife.

There many a dark and rainy night, And many a morning oon, I have to gang thro’ dirty roads, And whiles I have the moon.

When lairds bide in a clated houe, Within a plaiter’d room, And warm their hoes and read the news And never fah their thumb.

Altho’ the hardhips many are, That do attend my trade, I eldom get a canty meal, But whiles a rheeffy bed.

I'll bring my mind unto my lot, And then I’ll happy be. They are not come of Adam’s eed, That are of hardhips free.