Out o' their flocks some twa, some three
Till a handsome drove eolleckit,
And to the south his way direekit.
He mounted was npon a pony,
A dog his servant was, and crony;
And by his side, like ony lord,
There hung a braid sheep-headed sword—
No as a weaqon o' offence;
But, in case o' need, for self-defence;
For they wha liket, rich or poor,
Might wear a sword in days o'yore.
Baith ear' and late— baith wat and dry—
The dog and Donald drave the kye;
And, after muckle toil and eare
A' safe and sound they reached the fair.
The kye were sald— the price was paid—
'Twas down in yellow guineas laid;
The guineas in his purse was sneekit—
The priee was mare than he expeckit.
Whilk raised his heart— and I wat weel
He thought himsel' a clever chiel.
Instead o' Donald longin' careless
About the fair, to keek at fairlies,
Or bouze wi limmers, or to gamble,
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