The Auld Farmers New-Year-Morning Saluta（2 / 4）
ye ne'er was donsie;
but hamely, tawie, quiet, an' cannie,
an' unco sonsie.
that day, ye pranc'd wi' muckle pride,
when ye bure hame my bonie bride:
an' sweet an' gracefu' she did ride,
wi' maiden air!
kyle-stewart i could bragged wide
for sic a pair.
tho' now ye dow but hoyte and hobble,
an' wintle like a saumont coble,
that day, ye was a jinker noble,
for heels an' win'!
an' ran them till they a' did wauble,
far, far, behin'!
when thou an' i were young an' skeigh,
an' stable-meals at fairs were dreigh,
how thou wad prance, and snore, an' skreigh
an' tak the road!
town's-bodies ran, an' stood abeigh,
an' ca't thee mad.
when thou was corn't, an' i was mellow,
we took the road aye like a swallow:
at brooses thou had ne'er a fellow,
for pith an' speed;
but ev'ry tail thou pay't them hollowm
whare'er thou gaed.
the sma', droop-rumpl't, hunter cattle
might aiblins waur't thee for a brattle;
but sax scotch mile, thou try't their mettle, ↑返回顶部↑
but hamely, tawie, quiet, an' cannie,
an' unco sonsie.
that day, ye pranc'd wi' muckle pride,
when ye bure hame my bonie bride:
an' sweet an' gracefu' she did ride,
wi' maiden air!
kyle-stewart i could bragged wide
for sic a pair.
tho' now ye dow but hoyte and hobble,
an' wintle like a saumont coble,
that day, ye was a jinker noble,
for heels an' win'!
an' ran them till they a' did wauble,
far, far, behin'!
when thou an' i were young an' skeigh,
an' stable-meals at fairs were dreigh,
how thou wad prance, and snore, an' skreigh
an' tak the road!
town's-bodies ran, an' stood abeigh,
an' ca't thee mad.
when thou was corn't, an' i was mellow,
we took the road aye like a swallow:
at brooses thou had ne'er a fellow,
for pith an' speed;
but ev'ry tail thou pay't them hollowm
whare'er thou gaed.
the sma', droop-rumpl't, hunter cattle
might aiblins waur't thee for a brattle;
but sax scotch mile, thou try't their mettle, ↑返回顶部↑