Poems and Songs of Robert Burns

  crowdie ever mair
  o that i had ne'er been married,
  i wad never had nae care,
  now i've gotten wife an' weans,
  an' they cry “crowdie” evermair.
  chorus—ance crowdie, twice crowdie,
  three times crowdie in a day
  gin ye crowdie ony mair,
  ye'll crowdie a' my meal away.
  waefu' want and hunger fley me,
  glowrin' by the hallan en';
  sair i fecht them at the door,
  but aye i'm eerie they come ben.
  ance crowdie, c.