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A Tale	A
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'Twas in that place o' Scotland's isle	B
That bears the name o' auld King Coil	C
Upon a bonie day in June	D
When wearin' thro' the afternoon	D
Twa dogs that were na thrang at hame	E
Forgather'd ance upon a time	E
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The first I'll name they ca'd him Caesar	F
Was keepit for His Honor's pleasure	F
His hair his size his mouth his lugs	G
Shew'd he was nane o' Scotland's dogs	H
But whalpit some place far abroad	I
Whare sailors gang to fish for cod	J
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His locked letter'd braw brass collar	F
Shew'd him the gentleman an' 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	D
Ev'n wi' al tinkler gipsy's messin	D
At kirk or market mill or smiddie	J
Nae tawted tyke tho' e'er sae duddie	J
But he wad stan't as glad to see him	E
An' stroan't on stanes an' hillocks wi' him	E
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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	E
And in freak had Luath ca'd him	E
After some dog in Highland Sang	L
Was made lang syne Lord knows how lang	L
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He was a gash an' faithfu' tyke	M
As ever lap a sheugh or dyke	M
His honest sonsie baws'nt face	N
Aye gat him friends in ilka place	N
His breast was white his touzie back	O
Weel clad wi' coat o' glossy black	O
His gawsie tail wi' upward curl	P
Hung owre his hurdie's wi' a swirl	P
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Nae doubt but they were fain o' ither	K
And unco pack an' thick thegither	K
Wi' social nose whiles snuff'd an' snowkit	J
Whiles mice an' moudieworts they howkit	J
Whiles scour'd awa' in lang excursion	D
An' worry'd ither in diversion	D
Until wi' daffin' weary grown	D
Upon a knowe they set them down	D
An' there began a lang digression	D
About the 'lords o' the creation '	-
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Caesar	K
	-
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 kane an' 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 bonie silken purse	U
As lang's my tail where thro' the steeks	U
The yellow letter'd Geordie keeks	U
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Frae morn to e'en it's nought but toiling	V
At baking roasting frying boiling	V
An' tho' the gentry first are stechin	D
Yet ev'n the ha' folk fill their pechan	D
Wi' sauce ragouts an' sic like trashtrie	K
That's little short o' downright wastrie	K
Our whipper in wee blasted wonner	K
Poor worthless elf it eats a dinner	K
Better than ony tenant man	D
His Honour has in a' the lan'	D
An' what poor cot folk pit their painch in	D
I own it's past my comprehension	D
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Luath	Q
	-
Trowth Caesar whiles they're fash't eneugh	T
A cottar howkin in a sheugh	W
Wi' dirty stanes biggin a dyke	M
Baring a quarry an' sic like	M
Himsel' a wife he thus sustains	U
A smytrie o' wee duddie weans	U
An' nought but his han' daurk to keep	X
Them right an' 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 an' hunger	K
But how it comes I never kent 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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Caesar	K
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But then to see how ye're negleckit	J
How huff'd an' cuff'd an' disrespeckit	J
Lord 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 stinkin 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
	-
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 gives them little fright	J
	-
Then chance and fortune are sae guided	J
They're aye in less or mair provided	J
An' tho' fatigued 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
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An' whiles 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 an' priests	U
Wi' kindling fury i' their breasts	U
Or tell what new taxation's comin	D
An' ferlie at the folk in Lon'on	D
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As bleak fac'd Hallowmass returns	U
They get the jovial rantin kirns	U
When rural life of ev'ry station	D
Unite in common recreation	D
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	E
An' sheds a heart inspiring steam	E
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	E
That I for joy hae barkit wi' them	E
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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 mony a creditable stock	A2
O' decent honest fawsont folk	Z
Are riven out baith root an' 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	D
For Britain's guid his saul indentin	D
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Caesar	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	E
An' saying ay or no's they bid him	E
At operas an' plays parading	V
Mortgaging gambling masquerading	V
Or maybe 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
	-
Whore hunting amang groves o' myrtles	U
Then bowses drumlie German water	K
To mak himsel look fair an' fatter	K
An' clear the consequential sorrows	U
Love gifts of Carnival signoras	U
	-
For Britain's guid for her destruction	D
Wi' dissipation feud an' faction	D
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Luath	Q
	-
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' country 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
Feint haet o' them's ill hearted fellows	U
Except for breakin o' their timmer	K
Or speakin lightly o' their limmer	K
Or shootin of a hare or moor cock	A2
The ne'er a bit they're ill to poor folk	Z
	-
But will ye tell me Master Caesar	K
Sure great folk's life's a life o' pleasure	K
Nae cauld nor hunger e'er can steer them	E
The very thought o't need na fear them	E
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Caesar	K
	-
Lord man were ye but whiles whare I am	E
The gentles ye wad ne'er envy them	E
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It's true they need na starve or sweat	J
Thro' winter's 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 an' schools	U
That when nae real ills perplex them	E
They mak enow themsel's to vex them	E
An' aye the less they hae to sturt them	E
In like proportion less will hurt them	E
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A country fellow at the pleugh	T
His acre's till'd he's right eneugh	T
A country girl at her wheel	P
Her dizzen's dune 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	D