The Book of Scottish Song/The Tod

The Tod.

"Eh," quo' the tod, "it's a braw licht nicht,
The win's i' the wast, and the mune shines bricht,
The win's i' the wast, and the mune shines bricht,
⁠An' I'll awa' to the toun, O.

"I was down amang yon shepherd's scroggs,
I'd like to been worried by his dogs,
But, by my sooth! I minded his hogs
⁠That nicht I cam' to the toun, O."

He's ta'en the grey goose by the green sleeve,
"Ech, ye auld witch! nae langer shall ye live;
Your flesh it is tender, your banes I maun prieve,
⁠For that I cam' to the toun, O."

Up gat the auld wife out o' her bed,
And out o' the window she shot her auld head,
"Eh, gudeman! the grey goose is dead,
⁠An' the tod has been i' the toun, O."

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