Todlen butt, and Todlen ben, p.167.

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WHen I’ve a saxpence under my thumb, 

Then I get credit in ilka town: 

But ay when I’m poor they bid me gang by; 

O! poverty parts good company. 

Todlen hame, todlen hame

Coudna my love come todlen hame


Fair-fa’ the goodwife, and send her good sale, 

She gi’es us white bannocks to drink her ale, 

Syne if that her tippony chance to be sma’, 

We’ll tak a good scour o’t, and ca’t awa’. 

Todlen hame, todlen hame

As round as a neep come todlen hame


My kimmer and I lay down to sleep, 

And twa pint-stoups at our bed’s feet; 

And ay when we waken’d, we drank them dry: 

What think ye of my wee kimmer and I? 

Todlen butt, and todlen ben

Sae round as my loove comes todlen hame


Leez me on liquor, my todlen dow, 

Ye’re ay sae good humour’d when weeting your mou; 

When sober sae sour, ye’ll fight with a flee, 

That ‘tis a blyth fight to the bairns and me. 

When todlen hame, todlen hame

When round as a neep ye come todlen hame

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