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/ I was gaun to my supper richt hungert an' tired, / A' day I'd been hard at the pleugh; / The snaw wi' the dark'nin' was fast dingin' on, / An' the win' had a coorse kin' o' sough. / 'Twas a cheery like sicht as the bonny fire-licht / Gar't the winnock play flicker wi' flame; / But my supper was "Aff for the doctor at aince!" / That nicht that the bairnie cam' hame.
Noo, I kent there was somethin' o' that sort to be, / An' I'd had my ain thochts, tae, aboot it; / Sae when my gude-mither had tel't me to flee, / Fegs, it wisna my pairt for to doot it. / Wi' a new pair o' buits that was pinchin' like sin, / In a mile I was hirplin' deid lame; / 'Twas the warst nicht o' a' that I ever pit in, / That nicht that the bairnie cam' hame.