The gully

And wudna onie lad

Be gled noo he'd been born

As Bengie noo was gled

On his ain birthday morn:

To hae on his birthday morn,

Richt there in his lufe sae ticht,

The bonnie heft o' horn

And the blade sae glinty bricht?

He tried it on a raip:

He tried it on a stick:

And wow! it gar'd ye gape

Te see it wark sae snick.

He thocht he's hae a try

At Grannie's muckle chair:

And maybe, by and by,

He'll try his hurdies there.