A TRUE PICTURE

Mount Ida Chronicle, Volume III, Issue 180, 16 August 1872, Page 5

A TRUE PICTURE

I rise in the morning to kindle iny fire, The house in a muddle and dirty 3 a byre, My windows are broken and stuffed up wi' rags.; And instead o' a door, I hang up tattie bags.

My fireside is really worth coming to see It's choekt up wi' ashes; burnt banes, and cauld tea;. My teapot is cruckit, the lid o't is gane ; As for tea cups and saucers, in truth I hae . nane.

I sit on a last for want o' a chair, Auld brooks for cushion —[ has plenty to

spare ; To baud the roof down it's tied wi' a rape, And ae leg o' my table's an auld tattie grape.

In a corner there's turnips and a bag o' seed wheat, . A pickaxe and grub hoe, wi' handles complete, Bullock harness and such like, and an auld broken spade, My auld boots and firewood lie under the bed.

I seldom am idle, there's nae want, o' wark, When its pouring o' rain I wash out an auld sark, Or read, a newspaper that's sixteen months auld, Or patch the clay wa's to keep oot the cauld. On Sunday I rest me, if it can he ca'ed ' rest; Y* r hen the hens gic a kecklc, .1 seek oot their nests. - Besides. I hae pigs, that nae doubt maun be fed, Then I clean out their styes and make up their bed. I never was carried, nor never will be, 1 hey fling in my teeth that nane will fcak' me; Be that as it may, I want nane- o* their gab, She will be a trimmer that catches Hough Bab. Ceaig-ielee.