Was ae day nibbling on the tether, one
Upon her cloot she coost a hitch, hoof, looped
An' owre she warsled in the ditch; over, floundered
There, groaning, dying, she did lie,
When Hughoc he cam doytin by. doddering
Wi glowrin' een, an' lifted han's, staring
Poor Hughoc like a statue stan's;
He saw her days were near-hand ended,
But wae's my heart! he could na mend it!
He gapèd wide, but naething spak;