O, I wad like to ken - to the beggar-wife says I -
Why chops are guid to brander and nane sae guid to fry.
An' siller, that's sae braw to keep, is brawer still to gi'e. - It's gey an' easy spierin', says the beggar-wife to me.
O, I wad like to ken - to the beggar-wife says I -
Hoo a' things come to be whaur we find them when we try, The lasses in their claes an' the fishes in the sea. - It's gey an' easy spierin', says the beggar-wife to me.
O, I wad like to ken - to the beggar-wife says I -
Why lads are a' to sell an' lasses a' to buy; An' naebody for dacency but barely twa or three - It's gey an' easy spierin', says the beggar-wife to me.
O, I wad like to ken - to the beggar-wife says I -
Gin death's as shure to men as killin' is to kye, Why God has filled the yearth sae fu' o' tasty things to pree. - It's gey an' easy spierin', says the beggar-wife to me.
O, I wad like to ken - to the beggar wife says I -
The reason o' the cause an' the wherefore o' the why, Wi' mony anither riddle brings the tear into my e'e. - It's gey an' easy spierin', says the beggar-wife to me.
 
By Robert Louis Stevenson.