borne me hame frae killie.
an' your auld bh mony a time
in days when riding was nae crime.
but ance, when in my wooing pride
i, like a blockhead, boost to ride,
the wilfu' creature sae i pat to,
(lord pardon a' my sins, an' that too!)
i py'd my fillie sic a shavie,
she's a' bedevil'd wi' the spavie.
my furr-ahin 's a wordy beast,
as e'er in tug or tow was traced.
the fourth's a highnd donald hastle,
a damn'd red-wud kilburie!
foreby a cowt, o' cowts the wale,
as ever ran afore a tail:
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