The Wise-Like Chap

Aye, billies, I'm a wise-like chap,
I dinna smoke nor drink,
And gin I gi'e my poke a slap
Ye'll hear the siller chink.

My feyther has an aicht-pair[21] fairm
Weel set wi' byre an' stack;
There's mony will obey me
An' tak' their pattern frae me,
But Annie winna hae me
An' my he'rt's near brak'!