Munebrunt

Upon his hunkers sits the dug:

Scartin' ae lug and noo the ither;

then cocks his ee and glowers abune

whaur leams the mune thru caller weather.

Puir baest, puir baest,

wha wudna yowl, wi' liftit jowl an' lowden'd lugs,

gin he but thocht yon world o' stanes

was fou o' banes for hungry dugs?

Puir baest, puir baest, wha wudna yowl!