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OR, by huttle and my loom, I intend my bread to won, If Providence a bleing end, If not, I am undone.

But I would rather be a laird, And wear a better coat, And have a guinea in my pure, When I have but a groat,

The lairds they do get on to ride. When I maun trudge and gang; So I mut take hanks naggie for’t, Altho’ my joutney’sjourney's [sic] lang.

The lairds to kirk and market ride, With boots and purs alo, When I mut run upon my hanks Whatever place I go.

But with my lot I’ll be content, Altho’ of money cant, I’ve reaon to be thankful till I never needs to want. So