It may, gin ye be at the close, Gar me forget my bluidie nose. BEARDIE. Weel, Brownie, my auld neighbor Rat, Ye ken our fae the big grey cat, That us'd to watch us ay sae keen, I than made up my mind at ance, For they wi' want war nither'd sair. It mak'sna; or the morn, I trow, Poor brute! as soon's I saw him wake, An' set some haggis down afore him, An' play'd a warld o' funny pranks. Weel, tho' he was so sadly throu❜ther, Since than he ne'er luik'd or his shouther But, I forget--as soon as he Heard what auld Catchum tell'd to me, Naithing wad stap him an' the rest, But out they'd sally frae the nest, An' hear, first, what's your Faither's will: Ye, CRAPPIE, maun attack the cheese, An' eat as meikle as ye please; Than, whan ye weel hae cramm'd your wame, Bring what ye're fit to carry hame. HAIRIE, if it's no doon, I guess Intill the wainscot Kitchen press, Ye'll find some lamb, an' something else Steal-I command-they staw't themsels. TAWTIE, ye'll creep into the bole That's in the neuk, ye ken the hole, The maid ay in't sets by her leavins, There ye may satisfy your cravins; For, to the House's sair mishap, She's a rank theef, as ever lap. CURLIE, wee, sairie thing, ye'll neist Attack a roastit chuckie's breast; Ye'll find it on a plate i' the entry, Weel hidden i' the wife's nain pantry. She's a sad Jad'-I weel can tell She gat it frae a Friend to sell, Yet she poor chuckie's neck could draw, An' means to say she ran awa'. As she has sic example set 'er, The wife's ae daughter's little better: ye Has hid aneath a whomilt cog? BROWNIE. I kenna-may be some bit fry She means to hide frae you or I. BEARDIE. Na, man, ye're wide o't-it's a crown She frae her Faither's pouch has stown; She's gaun to Embro' the neist oukIt's no to buy a prayer buik: She wadna gie ae kiss o' Steven An' ither wallies; sae the fear is Her Faither steal'd it frae his maister. BROWNIE. Weel, Beardie, I'm sae fain to hear BEARDIE. I carena, Frien', sin I'm in kee, To rest me in your hole a wee, An' hae a social crack or twa, BROWNIE. Ay, ay, that's true, I hae been taen, But I'se tak' better care again, And, as I'm wearin' yont my prime, BEARDIE. Dear help ye, Brownie, soudna wee Tak' better tent o' what we see: Man sets the stamp; but we can tell. He's aften taury haun'd himsel'. For me I ne'er gaed near❜t but twice, And ance was wi' some neighour mice |