To lo'e the carle that is sae auld,
Alak! it is na i' my nature;
Save but three hairs he wad be bald,
And wears nae wig to look the better:
The staff he's used this twenty year
I saw him burn it i' the fire;
Sae young the gowk tries to appear,
And fain wad mak ilk wrinkle liar.