Stately, lang-robit, an' steppin at ease,
The rich men gaed up the temple ha'; Hasty, an' grippin her twa baubees, The widow cam efter, booit an' sma'.
Their goud rang lood as it fell, an' lay
Yallow an' glintin, bonnie an' braw; But the fowk roun the Maister h'ard him say
The puir body's baubees was mair nor it a'.