ome dog in highnd sang,
was made ng syne,—lord knows how ng.
he was a gash an' faithfu' tyke,
as ever p a sheugh or dyke.
his ho, sonsie, baws'nt face
aye gat him friends in ilka pce;
his breast was white, his touzie back
weel cd wi' coat o' glossy bck;
his gawsie tail, wi' upward curl,
hung owre his hurdie's wi' a swirl.
nae doubt but they were fain o' ither,
and unco pa' thick thegither;
wi' social nose whiles snuff'd an' snowkit;
whiles mi' moudieworts they howkit;
whiles scour'd
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