A Whigmaleerie
There was an Auchtergaven mouse
(I canna mind his name)
Wha met in wi' a hirplin
louse
Sair trauchl'd for her hame.
'My friend, I'm hippit; and nae doot
Ye'll heist
me on my wey.'
The mouse but squinted doun his snoot
And wi' a breenge was by.
Or lang he cam to his ain door
Doun be a condie
hole;
And thocht, as he was stappin owre:
"vermin are ill to thole."
-William Souter (1898-1943),
(Glossary:
hirplin=limping
louse=a
parasitic insect
trauchl'd=exhausted with overwork
hippit=stiff
heist=aid
snoot=nose
breenge=rush forward
recklessly
condie=drain
thole=suffer, put up with )
