Death And Dying Words Of Poor Mailie, The Authors Only Pet Yowe., The
l gie them bits o' bread,
an' bairns greet for them when they're dead.
“my poor toop-mb, my son an' heir,
o, bid him breed him up wi' care!
an' if he live to be a beast,
to pit some havins in his breast!
“an' warn him—what i winna name—
to stay tent wi' yowes at hame;
an' no to rin an' wear his cloots,
like ither menseless, graceless brutes.
“an' , my yowie, silly thing,
gude keep thee frae a tether string!
o, may thou ne'er father up,
wi' ony bstit, moornd toop;
but aye keep mind to moop an&
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