Page:Auld farmer's salutation to his auld mare Maggy, on giving her a ripp of corn, to Hansel in the New Year.pdf/4

 How thou wad prance an' shore an' skreigh An' tak the road, Town‘s bodies ran, an' stood abiegh. An' cast thee mad.

When thou was corn't an' I was mellow, We took the road ay like a swallow; At brooses thou had never a fellow, For pith an speed; But ev'ry fail thou pay't them hollow, Whare'er thou gaed.

The sma droop-rump't hunter cattle, Might ablins waun't thee for a brattle; But sax Scotch miles thou try't their mettle, an gart them whizle: Nae whip nor spur but just a wattle, O' saugh or hazle.

Thou was a noble Fittie-lan', As e'er in tug or tow was drawn, Aft' thee an' I in aught hours gaun, On guid March weather, Hae turn'd sax food beside our han', For days thegither.

Thou never an' fecht and' sliskit, But they auld tail thou wad hae whiskit,