ON SEEINGMR.—— BAKING CAKES.
ASRab, who ever frugal was,Some oat-meal cakes was baking,In came a crazy scribbling lass,Which set his heart a-quaking.“I fear,” says he, “she’ll verses write,An’ to her neebors show it:But troth I need na care a doit,Though a’ the country knew it.My cakes are good, none can object;The maids will ca’ me thrifty;To save a sixpence on the peckIs just an honest shifty.They’re fair an’ thin, an’ crump, ’tis true;You’ll own sae when you see them;But, what is better than the view,Put out your han’ an’ pree them.”He spoke, an’ han’d the cakes about,Whilk ev’ry eater prized;Until the basket was run out,They did as he advised.An’ ilka ane that got a share,Said that they were fu’ dainty;While Rab cri’d eat, an’ dinna spare;For I hae cakes in plenty.And i’ the corner stan’s a cheese,A glass an’ bottle by me;Baith ale and porter, when I please,To treat the lasses slily.Some ca’ me wild an’ roving youth;But sure they are mistaken:The maid wha gets me, of a truth,Her bread will ay be baken.
ASRab, who ever frugal was,Some oat-meal cakes was baking,In came a crazy scribbling lass,Which set his heart a-quaking.“I fear,” says he, “she’ll verses write,An’ to her neebors show it:But troth I need na care a doit,Though a’ the country knew it.My cakes are good, none can object;The maids will ca’ me thrifty;To save a sixpence on the peckIs just an honest shifty.They’re fair an’ thin, an’ crump, ’tis true;You’ll own sae when you see them;But, what is better than the view,Put out your han’ an’ pree them.”He spoke, an’ han’d the cakes about,Whilk ev’ry eater prized;Until the basket was run out,They did as he advised.An’ ilka ane that got a share,Said that they were fu’ dainty;While Rab cri’d eat, an’ dinna spare;For I hae cakes in plenty.And i’ the corner stan’s a cheese,A glass an’ bottle by me;Baith ale and porter, when I please,To treat the lasses slily.Some ca’ me wild an’ roving youth;But sure they are mistaken:The maid wha gets me, of a truth,Her bread will ay be baken.
ASRab, who ever frugal was,Some oat-meal cakes was baking,In came a crazy scribbling lass,Which set his heart a-quaking.
ASRab, who ever frugal was,
Some oat-meal cakes was baking,
In came a crazy scribbling lass,
Which set his heart a-quaking.
“I fear,” says he, “she’ll verses write,An’ to her neebors show it:But troth I need na care a doit,Though a’ the country knew it.
“I fear,” says he, “she’ll verses write,
An’ to her neebors show it:
But troth I need na care a doit,
Though a’ the country knew it.
My cakes are good, none can object;The maids will ca’ me thrifty;To save a sixpence on the peckIs just an honest shifty.
My cakes are good, none can object;
The maids will ca’ me thrifty;
To save a sixpence on the peck
Is just an honest shifty.
They’re fair an’ thin, an’ crump, ’tis true;You’ll own sae when you see them;But, what is better than the view,Put out your han’ an’ pree them.”
They’re fair an’ thin, an’ crump, ’tis true;
You’ll own sae when you see them;
But, what is better than the view,
Put out your han’ an’ pree them.”
He spoke, an’ han’d the cakes about,Whilk ev’ry eater prized;Until the basket was run out,They did as he advised.
He spoke, an’ han’d the cakes about,
Whilk ev’ry eater prized;
Until the basket was run out,
They did as he advised.
An’ ilka ane that got a share,Said that they were fu’ dainty;While Rab cri’d eat, an’ dinna spare;For I hae cakes in plenty.
An’ ilka ane that got a share,
Said that they were fu’ dainty;
While Rab cri’d eat, an’ dinna spare;
For I hae cakes in plenty.
And i’ the corner stan’s a cheese,A glass an’ bottle by me;Baith ale and porter, when I please,To treat the lasses slily.
And i’ the corner stan’s a cheese,
A glass an’ bottle by me;
Baith ale and porter, when I please,
To treat the lasses slily.
Some ca’ me wild an’ roving youth;But sure they are mistaken:The maid wha gets me, of a truth,Her bread will ay be baken.
Some ca’ me wild an’ roving youth;
But sure they are mistaken:
The maid wha gets me, of a truth,
Her bread will ay be baken.