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DONALD
AND HIS
DOG.
Atween twa hills that tower'd up to the clouds,
Clad o'er with heather, bent, and wuds;
'Mang rocks, and steeps, and waters falling,
Was Highland Donald's humble dwelling,
Aroun' his hut, beneath his eye,
Fed bout a score o'stirks and key,
Whilk, wi' his wife and family, were
His pleasure and pecular care:
Amang sic barren heights and howes,
Whar grain for food but scanty grows,
His family were but sparely fed—
Right coarse, and barely were they clad;
For he had wi' the laird for years
Had, 'aginst his will been in arrears
For whilk he had to thole the snarl
And threats o' the tyrannic carl
