Monthly Archives: August 2010

Wee, sleekit, cow’rin’, tim’rous beastie, O what a panic’s in thy breastie! Thou need na start awa sae hasty, Wi’ bickering brattle! I wad be laith to rin an’ chase thee Wi’ murd’ring pattle!   I’m truly sorry man’s dominion Has broken nature’s social union, An’ justifies that ill opinion Which makes thee startle At me, thy poor earth-born companion, An’ fellow-mortal!   I doubt na, whiles, but thou may thieve; What then? poor beastie, thou maun live! A daimen-icker in a thrave ‘S a sma’ request: I’ll get a blessin’ wi’ the lave, And never miss’t!   Thy wee bit housie, too, in ruin! Its silly wa’s the win’s are strewin’: And naething, now, to big a new ane, O’ foggage green! An’ bleak December’s winds ensuin’ Baith snell an’ keen!   Thou saw the fields laid bare and … Continue reading →