Smallholder
Risin' up early noo,
rainin' or shine.
Milkin' the faimily coo
ca'd Clementine.
Storin' up the wee barn;
tatties an' swedes.
Keepin' the goslin's warm.
Measurin' feeds.
Coontin' pigs by the score;
hens by the gross.
Ducks roon' the very door,
(Turkey's the boss.)
Here's no' jist a pastime;
mair o' a fate.
Blessin's in weather fine:
gairden looks great.
Getherin' brock an' swill'
bilin' the same.
Cleanin' up yaird until
mirk's in the lane.
Nation could wisely see
mair o' this band,
that aye sma'holders be,
fur love o' the land.
