Kirsty's Opinion

By Violet Jacob

Fine div I ken what ails yon puddock, Janet,
That aince would hae her neb set up sae hie;
There’s them that disna’ seem to understan’ it,
I’se warrant ye it’s plain eneuch to me!

Maybe ye’ll mind her man – a fine wee cratur,
Owre blate to speak (puir thing, he didna’ daur);
What gar’d him fecht was jist his douce-like natur’;
Gairmans is bad, but Janet’s tongue was waur.

But noo he’s hame again, ye wadna ken her,
He isna’ feared to contradic’ her flat;
He smokes a’ day, comes late to get his denner,
(I mind the time she’d sort him weel for that!)

What’s gar’d her turn an’ tak’ a road divairgint?
Ye think she’s wae because he wants a limb?
Ach! haud yer tongue, ye fule – the man’s a sairgint,
An’ there’s nae argy-bargyin’ wi’ him!

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