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The EWIE wi' the CROOKED HORN. O Were I able to rehearfe. My ewie’s praife in proper verfe; I'd found it out as loud and fierce, As ever pipers drone could bhw.

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The ewie wi’ the crooked horn, Wha had kent her, cou'd ha fworn, Sic a rwie ne'er was born, Hereabout nor far awa'.

She never needed tar nor keil, To mark her upo bip or heel, Her crooked horn did as weel, To ken her by amo' them a', the, etc. She never threatened fcab nor But keepit ay her am jog trot. Both to the fauld and to the cot, Was never fweer to lead or ca'.&c.

Cauld nor hunger never dang her. Wind nor rain could never wring her, Anes fhe lay an owk and langer Forth ancath a wreath of fnaw.,etc. When ither ewies lap the dyke, And eat the kail for a’ the tyke, My ewie never play'd the like, But tees’d about the barn wa&c.