The Auld Farmers New-Year-Morning Salutation To His Auld Mare, Maggie
hee,
an a day.
thou ance was i' the foremost rank,
a filly buirdly, steeve, an' swank;
an' set weel down a shapely shank,
as e'er tread yird;
an' could hae flown out-owre a stank,
like ony bird.
it's now some nine-an'-twenty year,
sin' thou was my guid-father's mear;
he gied me thee, o' tocher clear,
an' fifty mark;
tho' it was sma', 'twas weel-won gear,
an' thou was stark.
when first i gaed to woo my jenny,
ye then was trotting wi' your minnie:
tho' ye was t
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