Lamentation on the loss of the whittle.
[Scotland? : s.n.,
ca. 1875?]
Dated from examination of text and style.
First line reads: My whittle's lost! yet I dinna ken; / Lat's ripe - lat's ripe my pouch again / Na! I ha'e turn'd ower a that's in'd, / But ne'er a whittle can I find.
In one column.
Ballads, English