Here Aboots.

By David Rorie M.D.

Doon in the placie I hae my hame We're an ill-daein' pack o' deils, For ilk ane gangs a gait o' his ain An the lave play yap at his heels. It's argy-bargy-awfu' wark! An' whiles we come to blows Till a man's ill-natur' lappers his sark As it sypes awa' frae his nose. The rizzon o't's no' far to seek, I'll tell ye plump an' plain, We ken oor neebours' business best- The Deil may hae oor ain! The wricht's a billy for settin' banes, The meenister deals in pills, The doctor thinks his gift's to preach An' the pollisman mak's oor wills! There's whiles I think we're waur than maist, There's whiles I dinna ken, A raw o' neeps is no' a' like An' why look for't in men? Sae gin ye get your birse set up By some dour cankert carle, Content yersel'! For min' it tak's A' kin's to mak' a warl'!