Fair fa' thee now thou muckle stane,
muckle = great or large
I'm no' the lad to fash my noddle - fash
my noddleboddle = trouble my head
I redd thee frien' thou's unco blest
THis is followed by the following note: " The hill called Mow ( a corruption of Moule) forms part of the division between the counties of Cheshire and Staffs. It is about 8 miles from this town. On its summit is a small picturesque imitation of a ruined castle, and on one side of this is the singular rock called the 'Old Man o'Mow.' It is about 80 feet in height at its base and about 20 feet in diameter." This presumably confirms that the Old Man was present in the 1820s, and if we believe the writer when he says he's kenned it well since he could toddle, presumably it was there , twenty, thirty,forty or fifty years before that. I like verse 4 of the first poem, a nice motto for our local Alp. Regards, Philip.