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and bannocks were na scanty,
A good fat sow a sleeky cow
were standing in the byre;
While lazy puss with mealy mouse,
were playing at the fire.
Good signs are these my mither says
and bids me tak the miller;
For foul day or fair day
he's ay bringing till her:
For meal and ma’t she disna want,
nor ony thing that’s dainty,
And now and then a kecklin hen,
to lay her eggs in plenty.
In winter when the wind and rain
blaws o’er the barn and byre:
The miller by a clean hearth-stane,
Beside a fire;
He sits and cracks and his tale,
o’er ale that is right happy;
Who'd be a Queen that gaudy thing,
when a miller’s wife' sae happy.
NAN OF LOGIE GREEN.
By pleasure long infected.
Kind heaven when least expected
My devious path directed
to Nan of Logie green;
Where thousand sweets repose 'em
In quiet's unruffled bosom,
