“Think oʼ the craws — that they neither saw nor shear: for whilk thar is naither girnal nor barn — and God feeds them! Are ye no a hantle better nor the fowls?
“Tent ye weel the lilies, hoo they spring: they naither toil nor spin; and yet I say tʼye, No eʼen Solomon, iʼ the height oʼ his glorie, was brawlie buskit like ane oʼ thae!