Page:Auld farmer's salutation to his auld mare Maggy, on giving her a ripp of corn, to Hansel in the New Year.pdf/5

 An' spread abveed they weel fill'd brisket Wi' pith an' pow'r, Till sprittle knowes wad rair' an' risket, An' slypet owre.

When frosts lay lang an' snaws were deep, An' threaten'd labour back to keep, I gied thy cog a wee bit heap, Aboon the timmer: I ken’d my Maggie wadna sleep For that, or simmer.

In cart or car thou never reestie; The stayest brae thou wad has sac't it; Thou never lap, an' sten't, an' breastit, Then stood to blaw; But just thy step a wee thing hastit, Ihou snoov'd awa.

My pleugh is now thy bairn-time a'; Four gallant brutes as e'er did draw; For bye sax mae I've seli‘t awa, That thou had nurs't: They drew me thretteen pund an' twa, The vera warst.

Monie a fair daurg we twa hae wrought, An‘ wi' the weary warl' fought! An' monie an anxious day I thought, We wad be beat!