“ O ye think that I can dine on ae egg?
'deed friend yo're making game o' me now.
Ye say ye've a pig will soon be a sow,
laddie I like the truth to tell:
When we brag o' a calf that will soon be a cow,
I'm flee'd ye’re but a calf yoursel. ”

“ Wi stanes in our aprons, wi' stanes in our aprons,
Wi stanes in our aprons, we did muckle deol, I'm sure.
Eh! now Marg'ret was nae yon a gun?
Asweel no, Elspit, it’s me breaking win’;
An' we're weel when we want it, want it, want it,
We're weel when we want it awa wi' little din. ”

“ I hae brewn a forpet o' ma’t,
⁠and I canna win ilka day to woo.
I hae a calf will soon be a cow,
⁠lass gin ye loe me tell me now,
I hae a pig will soon be a sow,
⁠and I canna come ony mair to woo. ”