Sough o' war

20
THE THRAWS O’ FATE
Had I been bom in saey’nty an’ wed in ninety-
twa,
The loon an’ me had sodgered wi’ the rest,
To honk oor trench an’ hand it there the manger
o’ them a’,
An’ mairch an’ chairge as bauldly as the best.
An’ Jean would dicht a dowie e’e wi’ baith her
men awa',
Had I been born in saev’nty an’ wed in ninety-
twa.
But I was born owre early an’ Donal far owre
late,
Sae we maun soss awa’ amo’ the kye ;
I gang nae mair to markets, o’ kirk I ’ve tint
the gait,
At smiddy an’ at mill I hear the cry
For men, an’ here I hing my heid an’ ban
the thraws o’ fate,
That I was bom sae early an’ Donal cam’ sae
late.
1915-