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 E'en downright honest an e sa'd.

At Pleugh ho wou'd na quat the Gad, To ony man In field or yard he cou'd hae saw'd Naething came wrang, And for King he woud hae fought

Though like a cow he soud been bought,

Nae money wou'd him bysa'd wrought. He was sae true, A better Lad you coudna sought. The Warl through, When he was upo' his Death bed

The very last word that he said,

Was mind the poor beast I have fed. An ridden on, He was as good as e'er was laid A Leg upon. At his contract fan you have laught

An scritch an cry'd gin we were daft,

Then to his memory take a waught, Of ale or beer, And drivt about sae very aft, Till you can't steer. Critick forgive me for this ryme,

I had na better at the time,

But buy it first and whan you read it,

As it deserves then burn or spread it.