The Book of Poetry, tr. by James Legge, [1876], at sacred-texts.com
2The gudeman’s awa, for to fecht wi’ the stranger,
An’ lang will it be ere he see his fireside.
The hens gae to reist, an’ the beests to their manger,
As the slantin’ sunbeams throu the forest trees glide,
Heaven kens the lanesome things I think.
Heaven sen’ my man his meat an’ drink!