Luck til the
wife wi her twa bonny boys
her twins
quaet as thair twa rooks apiece,
thrang at
thair gemme, skaithless seemin,
wi her wee
dochter on her twa legs,
aa the
faimily’s faces graven an quaet
as the
knichts an bishops on the buird,
thinkin on
the like o this, an waur shuirly
maun cairry
aa oor mynds in check:
hou ae puir
pawn o a laddie
cam greetin
til an evil sodger
seekin
watter for the drouth
the
bastart’s bayonet did slocken.
John Law
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