Page:Auld farmer's salutation to his auld mare Maggy, on giving her a ripp of corn, to Hansel in the New Year.pdf/6

 Yet here to crazy age we're brought, Wi' something yet,

An think-na my auld trusty servan', That now, perhaps, thou's less deservin, An' thy auld days may enu in starvin, For my last sow, A heapit stimpart I'll reserve ane, Laid by for you.

We ve worn to crazy years thegither; We ll toyte about wi ane anither; Wi' tenty care I ll slit thy tether, To some hain'd rig, Whare ye may nobly rax your leather, Wi' ima' fatigue.