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!