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Lesh, man did ever mortal see
Sic blasts O' snaw! ye'll bide a wee
afore ye think to cross the lea,
And mount the slack!
Kin'le your pipe and straucht your knee,
And gie's your crack.
(Buchan).

Lesh man! as you begin yer'sel,
Ye're auld farrant hamely tale to tell,
The ups an' doons that you befell
Are to the life.
Sae trustin' you keep well! as well
as your guid-wife.

Oor wather's aye just much the same,
Wi' blast O' snaw, and blasts O' rain!
And chirts O' frost aye nee an' than
To clear the air.
But still the sun blinks through again,
What want we mair?.

I've come ma'sel O' herding stock,
Just decent, honest, hamely folk,
The' scrimp O' learnin', still I trock
And scart a line,
But weel I ken, mang learned folk
I ne'er can shine.