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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=506512" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Auld Farmer's New-Year-Morning Salutation to His Auld Mare , Maggie</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A Guide New-year I wish thee, Maggie! <br>Hae, there's a ripp to thy auld baggie: <br>Tho' thou's howe-backit now, an' knaggie, <br>I've seen the day <br>There could hae gaen like ony staggie, <br>Out-owre the lay. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tho' now thou's dowie, stiff an' crazy, <br>An' thy auld hide as white's a daisie, <br>I've seen the dappl't, sleek an' glaizie, <br>A bonie gray: <br>He should been tight that daur't to raize thee, <br>Ance in a day. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou ance was i' the foremost rank, <br>A filly buirdly, steeve an' swank; <br>An' set weel down a shapely shank, <br>As e'er tread yird; <br>An' could hae flown out-owre a stank, <br>Like ony bird. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">It's now some nine-an'-twenty year, <br>Sin' thou was my guid-father's mear; <br>He gied me thee, o' tocher clear, <br>An' fifty mark; <br>Tho' it was sma', 'twas weel-won gear, <br>An' thou was stark. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When first I gaed to woo my Jenny, <br>Ye then was trotting wi' your minnie: <br>Tho' ye was trickie, slee, an funnie, <br>Ye ne'er was donsie; <br>But hamely, tawie, quiet, an' cannie, <br>An' unco sonsie. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">That day, ye pranc'd wi' muckle pride, <br>When ye bure hame my bonie bride: <br>An' sweet an' gracefu' she did ride, <br>Wi' maiden air! <br>Kyle-Stewart I could bragged wide <br>For sic a pair. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tho' now ye dow but hoyte and hobble, <br>An' wintle like a saumont coble, <br>That day, ye was a jinker noble, <br>For heels an' win'! <br>An' ran them till they a' did wauble, <br>Far, far, behin'! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When thou an' I were young an' skeigh <br>An' stable-meals at fairs were dreigh, <br>How thou wad prance, and snore, an' skreigh <br>An' tak the road! <br>Town's-bodies ran, an' stood abeigh, <br>An' ca't thee mad. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When thou was corn't, an' I was mellow, <br>We took the road aye like a swallow: <br>At brooses thou had ne'er a fellow, <br>For pith an' speed; <br>But ev'ry tail thou pay't them hollow, <br>Whare'er thou gaed. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sma', droop-rumpl't, hunter cattle <br>Might aiblins waurt thee for a brattle; <br>But sax Scotch mile, thou try't their mettle, <br>An' gar't them whaizle: <br>Nae whip nor spur, but just a wattle <br>O' saugh or hazel. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou was a noble fittie-lan', <br>As e'er in tug or tow was drawn! <br>Aft thee an' I, in aught hours' gaun, <br>In guid March-weather, <br>Hae turn'd sax rood beside our han', <br>For days thegither. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou never braing't, an' fetch't, an' fliskit; <br>But thy auld tail thou wad hae whiskit, <br>An' spread abreed thy weel-fill'd brisket, <br>Wi' pith an' power; <br>Till sprittie knowes wad rair't an' riskit <br>An' slypet owre. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When frosts lay lang, an' snaws were deep, <br>An' threaten'd labour back to keep, <br>I gied thy cog a wee bit heap <br>Aboon the timmer: <br>I ken'd my Maggie wad na sleep, <br>For that, or simmer. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">In cart or car thou never reestit; <br>The steyest brae thou wad hae fac't it; <br>Thou never lap, an' sten't, and breastit, <br>Then stood to blaw; <br>But just thy step a wee thing hastit, <br>Thou snoov't awa. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My pleugh is now thy bairn-time a', <br>Four gallant brutes as e'er did draw; <br>Forbye sax mae I've sell't awa, <br>That thou hast nurst: <br>They drew me thretteen pund an' twa, <br>The vera warst. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mony a sair daurk we twa hae wrought, <br>An' wi' the weary warl' fought! <br>An' mony an anxious day, I thought <br>We wad be beat! <br>Yet here to crazy age we're brought, <br>Wi' something yet. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">An' think na', my auld trusty servan', <br>That now perhaps thou's less deservin, <br>An' thy auld days may end in starvin; <br>For my last fow, <br>A heapit stimpart, I'll reserve ane <br>Laid by for you. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">We've worn to crazy years thegither; <br>We'll toyte about wi' ane anither; <br>Wi' tentie care I'll flit thy tether <br>To some hain'd rig, <br>Whare ye may nobly rax your leather, <br>Wi' sma' fatigue.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Burns">Robert Burns</a><div class=q>
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Hae, there's a ripp to thy auld baggie: 
Tho' thou's howe-backit now, an' knaggie, 
I've seen the day 
There could hae gaen like ony staggie, 
Out-owre the lay. 

Tho' now thou's dowie, stiff an' crazy, 
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