rickie, slee, an' funnie,
ye ne'er was donsie;
but hamely, tawie, quiet, an' ie,
an' unco sonsie.
that day, ye pranc'd wi' muckle pride,
when ye bure hame my bonie bride:
an' sweet an' gracefu' she did ride,
wi' maiden air!
kyle-stewart i could bragged wide
for sic a pair.
tho' now ye dow but hoyte and hobble,
an' wintle like a saumont coble,
that day, ye was a jinker noble,
for heels an' win'!
an' raill they a' did wauble,
far, far, behin'!
when thou an'
The Auld Farmers New-Year-Morning Salutation To His Auld Mare, Maggie(3/8)