Searching auld wives' barrels,
Ochon, the day
That clarty barm should stain my laurels;
But - what'll ye say?
These movin' things ca'd wives an' weans
Wad move the very hearts o' stanes.

Searching old wives' barrels,
Ochon, the day
That dirty yeast should stain my laurels;
But - what will you say?
These moving things called wives and children
Would move the very hearts of stones.