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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