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THE OUBIT.
i.
IT was an hairy oubit, sae proud he crept alang;
A feckless hairy oubit, and merrily he sang—
'My minnie bad me bide at hame until I won my wings;
I shew her soon my soul's aboon the warks o' creeping things.'
IT was an hairy oubit, sae proud he crept alang;
A feckless hairy oubit, and merrily he sang—
'My minnie bad me bide at hame until I won my wings;
I shew her soon my soul's aboon the warks o' creeping things.'
ii.
This feckless hairy oubit cam' hirpling by the linn,
A swirl o' wind cam' doun the glen, and blew that oubit in:
O when he took the water, the saumon fry they rose,
And tigg'd him a' to pieces sma', by head and tail and toes.
This feckless hairy oubit cam' hirpling by the linn,
A swirl o' wind cam' doun the glen, and blew that oubit in:
O when he took the water, the saumon fry they rose,
And tigg'd him a' to pieces sma', by head and tail and toes.
