Freedom and whisky gang thegither! Tak aff your dram! * go together To the early part of 1786 may be referred a poem in which Burns once more exhibits his tenderness for the lower animals. He here assumes a fictitious character--that of an old farmer: THE AULD FARMER'S NEW-YEAR MORNING SALUTATION TO HIS AULD MARE, MAGGIE, " ON GIVING HER THE ACCUSTOMED RIPP OF CORN TO HANSEL A guid New-year I wish thee, Maggie ! Thou could hae gaen like ony staggie, Tho' now thou's dowie, stiff an' crazy, A bonie gray : handful-stomach hollow-backed -bony colt lea drooping He should been tight that daur't to raize thee, dared-excite Ance in a day. Thou ance was i' the foremost rank, An' could hae flown out-owre a stank, It's now some nine-an'-twenty year, Sin' thou was my guidfather's meere ; Altered, probably by Mr Fraser Tytler, in 1794, to: Till when ye speak, ye aiblins blether, Yet deil mak matter! The alteration has been universally disregarded. strong-firm-stately earth ditch mare perhaps talk nonsense a hearty draught of liquor When thou an' I were young an' skiegh, An' stable-meals at fairs were driegh, How thou wad prance, an' snore, an' skriegh, Town's bodies ran, an' stood abiegh, An' ca't thee mad. When thou was corn't, an' I was mellow, We took the road ay like a swallow : * A Scottish coin of the value of 13s. 4d. runner wind reel high-mettled tedious whinny out of the way called made comfortable by drink But ev'ry tail thou pay't them hollow, The sma', droop-rumpl't, hunter cattle drooping at the crupper But sax Scotch mile, thou try't their mettle, Nae whip nor spur, but just a wattle Thou was a noble 'fittie-lan','* Hae turn'd sax rood beside our han', perhaps beat short race six made-wheeze switch willow eight hours' work six roods fretted-raged Thou never braing't, an' fetch't, an' flisket ; --kicked lashed breast Till sprittie knowes wad rair't an' risket, When frosts lay lang, an' snaws were deep, An' threaten'd labour back to keep, I gied thy cog a wee bit heap Aboon the timmer: I ken'd my Maggie wad na sleep In cart or car thou never reestet; The steyest brae thou wad hae fac't it; Then stood to blaw; *The near horse of the hindmost pair in the plough. long before summer stood still steepest hill leaped-reared 'Till hillocks, where the earth was full of tough-rooted plants, would have given forth a cracking sound, and the clods fallen gently over.' Filled thy measure of corn to overflowing. |