k g h s f:
"He marches through amang the stacks, Though he was something sturtin;...
k g h s f:
...The graip he for a harrow taks. And haurls it at his curpin;...
k g h s f:
...And every now and then he says, "Hemp-seed, I saw thee,...
k g h s f:
...And her that is to be my lass, Come after me, and draw thee ...
k g h s f:
...As fast this night."