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He'll howk them oot mang wreaths O' snaw, A yewe he'll haud on styest-law, An' new spained lambs, he'll work them braw Nor turn a tail, In fact he's King amang them a' An' never fail'.
Ye'll notice this is ae' day's wark, Altho' it counts frae licht tae dark, An' "Aught hours day" beyond our mark Clean a ' the-gether, An' tae "Ca cannie" madness stark My rhymin' Brither.
James Little, West Linton.
P.S. I've ae' ambition, might say creed, Ne'er tae write ought but bairns may read, So here I send this langsome schreed Fer you tae view, An' weel I ken, I dinna need Say it is true.