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Twas in that place o' Scotland's isle	A
That bears the name o' Auld King Coil	B
Upon a bonnie day in June	C
When wearing through the afternoon	C
Twa dogs that were na thrang at hame	D
Forgather'd ance upon a time	D
The first I'll name they ca'd him C sar	E
Was keepit for his honour's pleasure	F
His hair his size his mouth his lugs	G
Show'd he was nane o' Scotland's dogs	H
But whalpit some place far abroad	I
Where sailors gang to fish for cod	J
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His locked letter'd braw brass collar	F
Show'd him the gentleman and scholar	F
But though he was o' high degree	K
The fient a pride nae pride had he	K
But wad hae spent an hour caressin'	C
Ev'n wi' a tinkler gypsey's messin'	C
At kirk or market mill or smiddie	J
Nae tawted tyke though e'er sae duddie	J
But he wad stan't as glad to see him	D
And stroan't on stanes and hillocks wi' him	D
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The tither was a ploughman's collie	K
A rhyming ranting raving billie	K
Wha for his friend an' comrade had him	D
And in his freaks had Luath ca'd him	D
After some dog in Highland sang	L
Was made lang syne Lord know how lang	L
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He was a gash an' faithful tyke	M
As ever lap a sheugh or dyke	M
His honest sonsie baws'nt face	N
Ay gat him friends in ilka place	N
His breast was white his touzie back	O
Weel clad wi' coat o' glossy black	O
His gaucie tail wi' upward curl	P
Hung o'er his hurdies wi' a swirl	P
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Nae doubt but they were fain o' ither	K
An' unco pack an' thick thegither	K
Wi' social nose whyles snuff'd and snowkit	J
Whyles mice and moudiewarts they howkit	J
Whyles scour'd awa in lang excursion	C
An' worry'd ither in diversion	C
Until wi' daffin weary grown	C
Upon a knowe they sat them down	C
And there began a lang digression	C
About the lords o' the creation	C
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C sar	K
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I've aften wonder'd honest Luath	Q
What sort o' life poor dogs like you have	R
An' when the gentry's life I saw	S
What way poor bodies liv'd ava	T
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Our laird gets in his racked rents	U
His coals his kain and a' his stents	U
He rises when he likes himsel'	P
His flunkies answer at the bell	P
He ca's his coach he ca's his horse	U
He draws a bonnie silken purse	U
As lang's my tail whare through the steeks	U
The yellow letter'd Geordie keeks	U
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Frae morn to e'en its nought but toiling	V
At baking roasting frying boiling	V
An' though the gentry first are stechin	C
Yet even the ha' folk fill their pechan	C
Wi' sauce ragouts and sic like trashtrie	K
That's little short o' downright wastrie	K
Our whipper in wee blastit wonner	K
Poor worthless elf eats a dinner	K
Better than ony tenant man	C
His honour has in a' the lan'	C
An' what poor cot folk pit their painch in	C
I own it's past my comprehension	C
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Luath	Q
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Trowth C sar whyles they're fash't eneugh	T
A cotter howkin in a sheugh	W
Wi' dirty stanes biggin' a dyke	M
Baring a quarry and sic like	M
Himself a wife he thus sustains	U
A smytrie o' wee duddie weans	U
An' nought but his han' darg to keep	X
Them right and tight in thack an' rape	Y
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An' when they meet wi' sair disasters	U
Like loss o' health or want o' masters	U
Ye maist wad think a wee touch langer	K
An' they maun starve o' cauld and hunger	K
But how it comes I never kenn'd yet	J
They're maistly wonderfu' contented	J
An' buirdly chiels an' clever hizzies	U
Are bred in sic a way as this is	U
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C sar	K
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But then to see how ye're negleckit	J
How huff'd and cuff'd and disrespeckit	J
L d man our gentry care as little	P
For delvers ditchers an' sic cattle	P
They gang as saucy by poor folk	Z
As I wad by a stinking brock	A2
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I've notic'd on our Laird's court day	J
An' mony a time my heart's been wae	B2
Poor tenant bodies scant o' cash	W
How they maun thole a factor's snash	W
He'll stamp an' threaten curse an' swear	K
He'll apprehend them poind their gear	K
While they maun stan' wi' aspect humble	P
An' hear it a' an' fear an' tremble	P
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I see how folk live that hae riches	U
But surely poor folk maun be wretches	U
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Luath	Q
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They're no sae wretched's ane wad think	C2
Tho' constantly on poortith's brink	C2
They're sae accustom'd wi' the sight	J
The view o't gies them little fright	J
Then chance an' fortune are sae guided	J
They're ay in less or mair provided	J
An' tho' fatigu'd wi' close employment	J
A blink o' rest's a sweet enjoyment	J
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The dearest comfort o' their lives	U
Their grushie weans an' faithfu' wives	U
The prattling things are just their pride	J
That sweetens a' their fire side	J
An' whyles twalpennie worth o' nappy	Y
Can mak' the bodies unco happy	Y
They lay aside their private cares	U
To mind the Kirk and State affairs	U
They'll talk o' patronage and priests	U
Wi' kindling fury in their breasts	U
Or tell what new taxation's comin'	C
And ferlie at the folk in Lon'on	C
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As bleak fac'd Hallowmass returns	U
They get the jovial ranting kirns	U
When rural life o' ev'ry station	C
Unite in common recreation	C
Love blinks Wit slaps an' social Mirth	Q
Forgets there's Care upo' the earth	Q
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That merry day the year begins	U
They bar the door on frosty win's	U
The nappy reeks wi' mantling ream	D
An' sheds a heart inspiring steam	D
The luntin pipe an sneeshin mill	P
Are handed round wi' right guid will	P
The cantie auld folks crackin' crouse	U
The young anes rantin' thro' the house	U
My heart has been sae fain to see them	D
That I for joy hae barkit wi' them	D
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Still it's owre true that ye hae said	J
Sic game is now owre aften play'd	J
There's monie a creditable stock	A2
O' decent honest fawsont folk	Z
Are riven out baith root and branch	W
Some rascal's pridefu' greed to quench	W
Wha thinks to knit himsel' the faster	K
In favour wi' some gentle master	K
Wha aiblins thrang a parliamentin'	C
For Britain's guid his saul indentin'	C
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C sar	K
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Haith lad ye little ken about it	J
For Britain's guid guid faith I doubt it	J
Say rather gaun as Premiers lead him	D
An' saying aye or no's they bid him	D
At operas an' plays parading	V
Mortgaging gambling masquerading	V
Or may be in a frolic daft	J
To Hague or Calais takes a waft	J
To mak a tour an' tak' a whirl	P
To learn bon ton an' see the worl'	P
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There at Vienna or Versailles	U
He rives his father's auld entails	U
Or by Madrid he takes the rout	J
To thrum guitars an' fecht wi' nowt	J
Or down Italian vista startles	U
Wh re hunting amang groves o' myrtles	U
Then bouses drumly German water	K
To mak' himsel' look fair and fatter	K
An' clear the consequential sorrows	U
Love gifts of carnival signoras	U
For Britain's guid for her destruction	C
Wi' dissipation feud an' faction	C
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Luath	Q
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Hech man dear sirs is that the gate	J
They waste sae mony a braw estate	J
Are we sae foughten an' harass'd	J
For gear to gang that gate at last	J
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O would they stay aback frae courts	U
An' please themsels wi' countra sports	U
It wad for ev'ry ane be better	K
The Laird the Tenant an' the Cotter	K
For thae frank rantin' ramblin' billies	U
Fient haet o' them's ill hearted fellows	U
Except for breakin' o' their timmer	K
Or speakin' lightly o' their limmer	K
Or shootin' o' a hare or moor cock	A2
The ne'er a bit they're ill to poor folk	Z
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But will ye tell me Master C sar	K
Sure great folk's life's a life o' pleasure	K
Nae cauld or hunger e'er can steer them	D
The vera thought o't need na fear them	D
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C sar	K
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L d man were ye but whyles whare I am	D
The gentles ye wad ne'er envy 'em	D
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It's true they needna starve or sweat	J
Thro' winters cauld or simmer's heat	J
They've nae sair wark to craze their banes	U
An' fill auld age wi' grips an' granes	U
But human bodies are sic fools	U
For a' their colleges and schools	U
That when nae real ills perplex them	D
They mak enow themsels to vex them	D
An' ay the less they hae to sturt them	D
In like proportion less will hurt them	D
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A country fellow at the pleugh	T
His acres till'd he's right eneugh	T
A country girl at her wheel	P
Her dizzen's done she's unco weel	P
But Gentlemen an' Ladies warst	J
Wi' ev'n down want o' wark are curst	J
They loiter lounging lank an' lazy	U
Tho' deil haet ails them yet uneasy	U
Their days insipid dull an' tasteless	U
Their nights unquiet lang an' restless	U
An' even their sports their balls an' races	U
Their galloping thro' public places	U
There's sic parade sic pomp an' art	J
The joy can scarcely reach the heart	J
The men cast out in party matches	U
Then sowther a' in deep debauches	U
Ae night they're mad wi' drink and wh ring	V
Niest day their life is past enduring	V
The Ladies arm in arm in clusters	U
As great and gracious a' as sisters	U
But hear their absent thoughts o' ither	K
They're a' run deils an' jads thegither	K
Whyles o'er the wee bit cup an' platie	J
They sip the scandal potion pretty	J
Or lee lang nights wi' crabbit leuks	U
Pore owre the devil's pictur'd beuks	U
Stake on a chance a farmer's stack yard	J
An' cheat like onie unhang'd blackguard	J
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There's some exception man an' woman	C
But this is Gentry's life in common	C
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By this the sun was out o' sight	J
An' darker gloaming brought the night	J
The bum clock humm'd wi' lazy drone	C
The kye stood rowtin i' the loan	C
When up they gat and shook their lugs	U
Rejoic'd they were na men but dogs	U
An' each took aff his several way	B2
Resolv'd to meet some ither day	B2