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With Towser this was just the case*
He had an ill-faur't tawtie face,
His make was something like a niessin,
But big, and quite unprepossessing
His master caft him frae some fallows,
Wha had him doom'd unto the gallows,
Because (sae hap'd poor Towser's lot)
He wadna' tear a comrade's throat;
Yet in affairs of Love or Honour,
He'd stand his part amang a hun'er 3
And where'er fighting was a merit,
He never fail'd to show his spirit.
He never girn'd in neighbour's face 2
With wild ill natur'd scant of grace,
Nor e'er accosted ane with smiles,
Then, soon as turn'd, wou'd bite his heel%
Nor ever kent the courtier art,
To fawn with rancour at his heart,
Nor aught kent he of cankert quarr'lling ?
Nor snarling just for sake of snarling,