[A composite volume : containing The ballads and songs of Ayrshire ...

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MY DOGGIE.
The neighbours a' they wonder how,
I am sae taen wi' Maggie
But, ah ! they httle ken I trow,
How kind she's to my doggie.
Yestreen as we hnk'd o'er the lea.
To meet her in the gloamin',
She fondly on my bawtie cried.
Whene'er she saw us comin'.
But was the tjke not e'en as kind,
Tho' fast she beck'd to pat him
He louped up an' sleak'd her cheek.
Afore she could won at him.
But save us, Sirs, when I gaed in.
To lean me on my sattle,
Atween my bawtie and the cat,
There rose an awfu' battle.
An' tho' that Maggie saw him lay.
His lugs in bauthron's coggie ;
She wi' the besom lounged poor chit,
An' syne she clapp'd my doggie.
Sae weel do I this kindness feel,
Tho' Meg she is na bonnie
An' tho' she's feckly twice my age,
I lo'e her best of ony.
May not this simple ditty show,
How oft affection catches,
And from what silly sources too.
Proceed unseemly matches.
An' eke the lover he may see.
Albeit his joe seem saucy
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