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A lang-backit, spilgie, fuistit auld carl / Gangs a' nicht rakin athort the warl / Wi' a pock on his back, luikin hungry an' lean, / His crook-fingert han' aye followin his e'en: / He gathers up a'thing that canna but fa' -- / Intil his bag wi' 't, an' on, an' awa!
Soot an' snaw! soot an' snaw! -- / Intil his bag wi' 't, an' on, an' awa!