The auld man's mear's dead

F. Scott

The auld man's mear's dead;

⁠The puir body's mear's dead;

⁠The auld man's mear's dead,

⁠A mile aboon Dundee.

There was hay to ca', and lint to lead,

A hunder hotts o' muck to spread,

And peats and truffs and a' to lead —

⁠And yet the jaud to dee!

She had the fiercie and the fleuk,

The wheezloch and the wanton yeuk;

On ilka knee she had a breuk —

⁠What ail'd the beast to dee?

She was lang-tooth'd and blench-lippit,

Heam-hough'd and haggis-fittit,

Lang-neckit, chandler-chaftit,

⁠And yet the jaud to dee!