When I've a saxpence under my thumb, Then I'll get credit in ilka town: But ay when I'm poor they bid me gang by; Poverty parts good company! @3Todlen hame, todlen hame, Couldna my loove come todlen hame@1? Fair fa' the goodwife, and send her good sale, She gies us white bannocks to drink her ale, Syne if her tippony chance to be sma', We'll tak a good scour o't, and ca't awa'. @3Todlen hame, todlen hame, As round as a neep come todlen hame@1. My kimmer and I lay down to sleep, And twa pint stoups at our bed's feet; And ay when we waken'd we drank them dry: What think ye o' my wee kimmer and I? @3Todlen butt, and todlen ben, Sae round as my loove comes todlen hame@1. Leeze me on liquor, my todlen dow, Ye're ay sae good humour'd when weeting your mou; When sober sae sour, ye'll fight with a flee, That 'tis a blythe sight to the bairns and me, @3When todlen hame, todlen hame, When round as a neep you come todlen hame@1. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LINES ON CARMEN SYLVA by EMMA LAZARUS A VALENTINE TO SHERWOOD ANDERSON by GERTRUDE STEIN THE QUESTION by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON ODES II, 14 by QUINTUS HORATIUS FLACCUS AN OLD SWEETHEART [OF MINE] by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY |