The country's for calves and geese.

It's ower green for me.

I like the gray stanes--weel biggit, to haud oot the cauld.

I jist reverse the opingon o' the auld duke in Mr Shackspere;--for this my life 'Find trees in tongues, its running brooks in books, Stones in sermons,---' and I canna gang on ony farther wi' 't.

The last's true ony gait.