H. M’D.
A DRUNK MAN LOOKS AT THE THISTLE.
I amna’ fou’ sae muckle as tired—deid dune.
It’s gey and hard wark’ coupin’ gless for gless
Wi’ Cruivie and Gilsanquhar and the like,
And I’m no’ juist as bauld as aince I wes.
The elbuck fankles in the coorse o’ time,
The sheckle’s no’ sae souple, and the thrapple