The Auld Farmers New-Year-Morning Salutation To His Auld Mare, Maggie
at thou hast nurst:
they drew me thretteen pund an' twa,
the vera warst.
mony a sair daurk we twa hae wrought,
an' wi' the weary warl' fought!
an' mony an anxious day, i thought
we wad be beat!
yet here to crazy age we're brought,
wi' somethi.
an' think na', my auld trusty servan',
that now perhaps thou's less deservin,
an' thy auld days may end in starvin;
for my st fow,
a heapit stimpart, i'll reserve ane
id by for you.
we've worn to crazy years thegither;
we'll toyt
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