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 For turning either horſe or nout,

he is a hunter fine, Sir.

He never hunts them by the head,

but ay grips at their heels, Sir;

And gathers ſafely a‘ the flock,

when running thro‘ the fields, Sir.

He's careful o‘ the houſe at night,

and when that any ill, Sir,

Is likely for to come on me,

he barks baith loud and ſhrill, Sir.

Were't not for him the robbers ſure

would take from me my gear, Sir;

But collie gies a lively bark,

when danger it is near, Sir.

At kirk or fair there's ne'er a dog,

wi‘ collie can compare, Sir,

The other day, upon the road,

he catch‘d a running hare, Sir,

It's very right that uſeleſs dogs,

ſhould pay a handſome tax, Sir;

Each one ſhould twenty ſhillings pay,

If collies muſt pay ſax, Sir.

The happy time will yet arrive,

I hope the time to ſee. Sir,