Poem for October 2, 2033

THE BAIRNS gat out wi’ an unco shout,

The deuks dang o’er my daddie, O!

The fien-ma-care, quo’ the feirrie auld wife,

He was but a paidlin’ body, O!

He paidles out, and he paidles in,

An’ he paidles late and early, O!

This seven lang years I hae lien by his side,

An’ he is but a fusionless carlie, O.

O haud your tongue, my feirrie auld wife,

O haud your tongue, now Nansie, O:

I’ve seen the day, and sae hae ye,

Ye wad na ben sae donsie, O.

I’ve seen the day ye butter’d my brose,

And cuddl’d me late and early, O;

But downa-do’s come o’er me now,

And oh, I find it sairly, O!