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A Guide New year I wish thee Maggie	A
Hae there's a ripp to thy auld baggie	A
Tho' thou's howe backit now an' knaggie	A
I've seen the day	B
There could hae gaen like ony staggie	A
Out owre the lay	B
	-
Tho' now thou's dowie stiff an' crazy	A
An' thy auld hide as white's a daisie	A
I've seen the dappl't sleek an' glaizie	A
A bonie gray	B
He should been tight that daur't to raize thee	A
Ance in a day	B
	-
Thou ance was i' the foremost rank	A
A filly buirdly steeve an' swank	A
An' set weel down a shapely shank	A
As e'er tread yird	B
An' could hae flown out owre a stank	A
Like ony bird	B
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It's now some nine an' twenty year	C
Sin' thou was my guid father's mear	C
He gied me thee o' tocher clear	C
An' fifty mark	A
Tho' it was sma' 'twas weel won gear	C
An' thou was stark	A
	-
When first I gaed to woo my Jenny	A
Ye then was trotting wi' your minnie	A
Tho' ye was trickie slee an funnie	A
Ye ne'er was donsie	A
But hamely tawie quiet an' cannie	A
An' unco sonsie	A
	-
That day ye pranc'd wi' muckle pride	B
When ye bure hame my bonie bride	B
An' sweet an' gracefu' she did ride	B
Wi' maiden air	D
Kyle Stewart I could bragged wide	B
For sic a pair	D
	-
Tho' now ye dow but hoyte and hobble	E
An' wintle like a saumont coble	E
That day ye was a jinker noble	E
For heels an' win'	A
An' ran them till they a' did wauble	E
Far far behin'	A
	-
When thou an' I were young an' skeigh	F
An' stable meals at fairs were dreigh	F
How thou wad prance and snore an' skreigh	F
An' tak the road	B
Town's bodies ran an' stood abeigh	G
An' ca't thee mad	B
	-
When thou was corn't an' I was mellow	E
We took the road aye like a swallow	E
At brooses thou had ne'er a fellow	E
For pith an' speed	B
But ev'ry tail thou pay't them hollow	E
Whare'er thou gaed	B
	-
The sma' droop rumpl't hunter cattle	E
Might aiblins waurt thee for a brattle	E
But sax Scotch mile thou try't their mettle	E
An' gar't them whaizle	E
Nae whip nor spur but just a wattle	E
O' saugh or hazel	E
	-
Thou was a noble fittie lan'	A
As e'er in tug or tow was drawn	A
Aft thee an' I in aught hours' gaun	A
In guid March weather	H
Hae turn'd sax rood beside our han'	A
For days thegither	H
	-
Thou never braing't an' fetch't an' fliskit	B
But thy auld tail thou wad hae whiskit	B
An' spread abreed thy weel fill'd brisket	B
Wi' pith an' power	H
Till sprittie knowes wad rair't an' riskit	B
An' slypet owre	H
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When frosts lay lang an' snaws were deep	I
An' threaten'd labour back to keep	I
I gied thy cog a wee bit heap	I
Aboon the timmer	H
I ken'd my Maggie wad na sleep	I
For that or simmer	H
	-
In cart or car thou never reestit	B
The steyest brae thou wad hae fac't it	B
Thou never lap an' sten't and breastit	B
Then stood to blaw	E
But just thy step a wee thing hastit	B
Thou snoov't awa	J
	-
My pleugh is now thy bairn time a'	K
Four gallant brutes as e'er did draw	H
Forbye sax mae I've sell't awa	J
That thou hast nurst	B
They drew me thretteen pund an' twa	J
The vera warst	B
	-
Mony a sair daurk we twa hae wrought	B
An' wi' the weary warl' fought	B
An' mony an anxious day I thought	B
We wad be beat	B
Yet here to crazy age we're brought	B
Wi' something yet	B
	-
An' think na' my auld trusty servan'	A
That now perhaps thou's less deservin	A
An' thy auld days may end in starvin	A
For my last fow	F
A heapit stimpart I'll reserve ane	A
Laid by for you	L
	-
We've worn to crazy years thegither	H
We'll toyte about wi' ane anither	H
Wi' tentie care I'll flit thy tether	H
To some hain'd rig	A
Whare ye may nobly rax your leather	H
Wi' sma' fatigue	A

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