WEE moosie, I ha'e catch't ye noo, An' what I should dae wi' ye Is mair than I can richtly tell; But as ye are sae like mysel', I think I will forgie ye. For tho' ye ha'e at my expense Ta'en mony a hearty dinner, Since I hae fairly judg'd the case, Truth tells me to my very face, I'm faur the biggest sinner. An' as enough an' mair is cast Into the human happer, To serve the wants o' man an' moose, I think he shouldna craw sae croose, Wha is the biggest pauper. Ye've jist as guid a richt to live As him, tho' but a beastie, An' ill aff wad he be for wark Wha wad deprive ye o' the spark That's burnin' in yer breastie. Sae, my wee freen', I'll let ye gang, Nae mair I houp to trap ye, But mind ye, baudrons is aboot, Watchin' a chance yer lugs to cloot, An' ten to ane she'll snap ye. Sae rin for life, yet dinna mak', Like mony fules, a jest o't, Tho' it's a battle at the best, As wisest sages ha'e confess't, It's best to mak' the best o't. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HEAVEN by NANCY WOODBURY PRIEST THE V-A-S-E by JAMES JEFFREY ROCHE THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 57. TRUE WOMAN, HER LOVE by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE PRAIRIE-GRASS DIVIDING by WALT WHITMAN |