Full on thy bloom,
Till crush'd beneath the furrow's weight
Shall be thy doom!
THE AULD FARMER'S NEW-YEAR MORNING SALUTATION TO HIS AULD MARE, MAGGIE.
On Giving Her the Accustomed Ripp of Corn to
Hansel in the New Yearwelcome with a present
A guid New-Year I wish thee, Maggie!
Hae, there's a ripp to thy auld baggie: handful, belly
Tho' thou's howe-backit now, an' knaggie, hollow-backed, knobby
I've seen the day,
Thou could hae gane like ony staggie colt