Sough o' war

37
DOCKENS AFORE HIS PEERS
(Exemption Tribunal)
Nae sign o’ thow yet. Ay, that’s me, John
Watt o’ Dockenhill:
We’ve had the war throu’ han’ afore, at
Y
markets owre a gill.
O ay, I ’ll sit, birze ben a bit. Hae, Briggie, pass
the snuff;
Ye winna hinner lang wi’ me, an’ speer a lot o’
buff,
For I Ve to see the saiddler yet, an’ Watchie,
honest stock,
To gar him sen’ his prentice up to sort the
muckle knock,
Syne cry upo’ the banker’s wife an’ leave some
. settin’ eggs,
An’ tell the ferrier o’ the quake that’s vrang
* aboot the legs.
It’s yafa wedder, Mains, for Mairch, wi’ snaw
an’ frost an’ win’,
The ploos are roustin’ i’ the fur, an’ a’ the
wark’s ahin’.