Ewie wi' the Crookit Horn

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Oh, the yowie wi the crookit horn
A' that kent her could hae sworn
That sic a yowie ne'er was born
Here aboot or far awa
O were I able to rehearse,
My ewie's praise in proper verse,
I'd found it out as loud and fierce,
As ever piper's drone cou'd blaw.
Oh, the yowie wi the crookit horn
A' that kent her could hae sworn
That sic a yowie ne'er was born
Here aboot or far awa
She never threatened scab nor rot,
but keepit aye her ane jog trot,
Baith tae the fauld and tae the cot
was never sweir tae lead nor ca'.
Oh, the yowie wi the crookit horn
A' that kent her could hae sworn
That sic a yowie ne'er was born
Here aboot or far awa
When ither ewies lap the dyke,
and ate the kail for a' the tyke,
My ewie never played the like
but stayed ahint the barnie wa'.
Oh, the yowie wi the crookit horn
A' that kent her could hae sworn
That sic a yowie ne'er was born
Here aboot or far awa
But wad ye think for a' my keepin
There came a nickum whan I was sleepin
There came a nickum whan I was sleepin
And stole my yowie, horn an a
Oh, the yowie wi the crookit horn
A' that kent her could hae sworn
That sic a yowie ne'er was born
Here aboot or far awa
Oh, gin I had the lad that did it
I hae sworn as weel as said it
Though the de'il himsel forbid it
I would gie his neck a thraw
Oh, the yowie wi the crookit horn
A' that kent her could hae sworn
That sic a yowie ne'er was born
Here aboot or far awa
She'd neither not carf nor keel
To mark upon her hip or heel
Her crookit horn it did as weel
To ken her o'er amang them a
Oh, the yowie wi the crookit horn
A' that kent her could hae sworn
That sic a yowie ne'er was born
Here aboot or far awa
The yowie wi the crookit horn
The yowie wi the crookit horn
My ewie wi the crookit horn
Is ta'en frae me and sto'n awa
Oh, the yowie wi the crookit horn
A' that kent her could hae sworn
That sic a yowie ne'er was born
Here aboot or far awa
Cauld nor hunger never dang her,
Wind nor weet could never wrang her;
Ance she lay a week and langer
Out aneath a wreath o' snaw
Oh, the yowie wi the crookit horn
A' that kent her could hae sworn
That sic a yowie ne'er was born
Here aboot or far awa
I lookit aye at even for her,
Lest mishanter should come o'er her.
Or the foumart might devour her,
Gin the beastie bade awa.
Oh, the yowie wi the crookit horn
A' that kent her could hae sworn
That sic a yowie ne'er was born
Here aboot or far awa
Yet, Monday last, for a' my keeping,
I canna speak o't without greeting,
A villain came when I was sleeping,
And staw my ewie, horn and a'.
Oh, the yowie wi the crookit horn
A' that kent her could hae sworn
That sic a yowie ne'er was born
Here aboot or far awa
I sought her sair upon the morn,
And down aneath a buss o thorn
I got my ewie's crooked horn,
But ah! my ewie was awa'.
Oh, the yowie wi the crookit horn
A' that kent her could hae sworn
That sic a yowie ne'er was born
Here aboot or far awa
But gin I had the loon that did it,
I hae sworn as weel as said it,
Though the Laird himsel forbid it,
I wad gie his neck a thraw.
Oh, the yowie wi the crookit horn
A' that kent her could hae sworn
That sic a yowie ne'er was born
Here aboot or far awa
O! had she dee'd o' crook or cauld,
As ewies do when they are auld,
It wadna been by mony fauld
Sae sair a heart to nane o's a'.
Oh, the yowie wi the crookit horn
A' that kent her could hae sworn
That sic a yowie ne'er was born
Here aboot or far awa
For a' the claith that we hae worn,
Frae her and her's sae aften shorn,
The loss o her we could hae borne,
Had fair strae death taen her awa'.
Oh, the yowie wi the crookit horn
A' that kent her could hae sworn
That sic a yowie ne'er was born
Here aboot or far awa

This work was published before January 1, 1923, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.