5 My doggie ay that was my frien, an toddled in an out man, He darna bark now at the meen, nor ſhaw his we bit ſnout man. He drill'd the maukins o'er the hill, an flayd awa the foxes, But now the creature moun ly ſtill, he darna bouff for taxes. My wee bit ear they hinna ceſſ'd, they've ſearly been miſtaen man, There's ſcarce a livin creature miſſ'd, that crawls beneath the meen man. Bat we hae rottins i' the wa, that unco fair perplex us, They fanna want thein ane an a, to keep us free o' taxes. We wonner what ſic taxin means, an what maks a pur cares man, Had this come on us a at ance. we had gane mad like hares man. But after ane anither ſteals, an ſo they wear awa man, It gars us marvel juſt like fiels, what way we live ava man!
