The Granary
Seeven crouse years in Pharoah's lan
The craps grew swete an green.
Seeven coorse years in Pharoah's lan
The hairstin rigs stude teem.
Feint the reeshle o a grain
Feint the corn tae glean
Seeven green years in Pharoah's lan
Succoured the years o lean.
Far an fyew are the Maypole days
Fin the hairt o a man is cowed
Far an fyew syne, the lambtime dew
Is cherished an prized as gowd!
Syne, will the green years serve their turn
Even tho' the leaf be sere
An the mune be a siller unicorn
An the dark, be a sable meer
An ilkie morn, be a hunter's horn
Hallooin the warld tae steer.