'Shearing Day'
Thon yowe is fell thrawn
She's lea'd me aw forfochtin
Wi aw her thratching
That ewe is exceedingly obstinate
She's left me all worn out
With all her struggling

'Shearing Day'
Thon yowe is fell thrawn
She's lea'd me aw forfochtin
Wi aw her thratching
That ewe is exceedingly obstinate
She's left me all worn out
With all her struggling
Porridge may taste wersh
Withoot a pickle o' salt.
Succar if ye maun.
A #wheen o' wee rogues
Fair mak a bellum an' din
Wi' mootie mooths
Tak yer haun aff me
Or ah'll mollicate yer heid
Tak a tellin maun