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MORAL, RELIGIOUS, AND PRECEPTIVE.
THE TWA DOGS.
Twas in that place o' Scotland's isle,
The first I'll name, they ca’d him Cæsar, Was keepit for his Honor's pleasure ; His hair, his size, his mouth, his lugs, Show'd he was nane o' Scotland's dogs ; But whalpit some place far abroad, Where sailors gang to fish for cod.
His locked, letter'd braw brass collar, Show'd him the gentleman and scholar;
But tho' he was o’high degree,
The tither was a ploughman's collie, A rhyming, ranting, raving billie, Wha for his friend an' comrade had him, And in his freaks had Luath ca’d him, After some dog in Highland sang, * Was made lang syne-Lord knows how lang
He was a gash an' faithful tyke,
Nae doubt but they were fain o'ither, An' unco pack an' thick thegither; Wi' social nose whyles snuff’d and snowkit, Whyles mice and moudieworts they howkit, Whyles scour'd awa in lang excursion, An' worry'd ither in diversion; Until wi' daffin weary grown, Upon a knowe they sat them down,
* Cuthullin's dog in Ossian's Fingal.
And there began a lang digression
I've aften wondered, honest Luath,
Our Laird gets in his racked rents,
Frae morn to e'en it's nought but toiling,
Trowth, Cæsar, whyles they're fasht enough A cotter howkin in a sheugn, Wi' dirty stanes begin a dyke,