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Where, cauld and stiff, his master Iay ?
To the rude storm a helpless prey.
With Caledonian sympathy,
They bore him kindly on the way,
Until they reach'd a cottage bien,
They tauld the case, were welcom'd in-
The rousing fire, the cordial drop,
Restor'd him soon to life and hope ;
Fond raptures beam'd in Towser's eye,
And antic gambols spake his joy.
Wha reads this simple tale, may see
The worth of sensibility,
And learn frae it to be humane—
In Towser's life he sav'd his ain.

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