Page:Kattie's answer to wabster Jock.pdf/3

 For a' your mug an' tinking owen,

I rather wad hae a cogfu o‘ ream,

Commend me to a lad wi' a prowin,

Ye re no ae rich as ye wad eem.

I aw the pot ye got from Holland,

Reaming wi' wah a hint your loom,

To lay the touzie hair o the plaiden,

Ye're no ae rich as ye wad eem.

A purtle, Johnny, is eay gotten,

Ony t tick may do that's clean,

But whar's the meal to mak the broe,

Ye're no ae rich as ye wad eem.

Your huggr an alt is black and reeked,

Wad poion a ow it's far frae clean,

An wha wad marry a man for a jacket,

Ye're no ae rich as ye wad eem

Ye brag me wi' the half o' your herrin,

But I could eat a heal ane my elf,

I doubt your livin l be but harin,

Ye're no ae rich as ye wad eem,

About your baen I'll ay but little,

But what's in the kit I fain wad ken,

I doubt. I doubt its as dry as a whitle;

Ye're no ae rich as ye wad eem.