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[[Dalton, Clive|Clive Dalton]]

Huw’s the lambin ganin Jack<br>
Mine’s nowt grate see far,<br>
Deed lambs, kebbed yowes and gay few twins<br>
An the inbye’s a foot deep in glaur.

And that tup Aa got frae Lanark<br>
Was just a gud lookin nowt,<br>
His lambs gye-necked and undershot<br>
An Aa paid enuff for him Aa thowt.

Thor’s nee decent growth on the in-bye haughs<br>
And the Northern’s bagged feed’s ower deor,<br>
Aa’m feared that the milk’ll gan off the yowes<br>
We snaa forecast Aa heaor.

An the best o’ the hoggs are gay middlin te poor<br>
Aa’ll flookeed with big pokey jaas,<br> 
Sair skittad an’all with dags right ower thor backs<br>
An te the feel thor aall lean as craas.

An the lambin man’s dun a quick flit by the moon<br>
Taen off wi the byre-man’s dowta,<br>
She’s a canny lass an’all and just left the school<br>
Wi  some brains in hor heed ye’d of thowta.

Me owld collie bitch just laid doon an’ deid<br>
So am hevin te work the young pup,<br>
Mind Aa keep him at hand on a gay short hemp rope<br>
Till Norman’s bus has gone up.

Nuw Av ruined the nebs on me Simonside beuts<br>
Burying yowes in holes of hard clay,<br>
So Aa’ll need te catch Norman’s bus the morn’s morn<br>
And a new pair‘ll tek a month’s pay.

But Aa knaa that Am gitten ower owld te farm<br>
And Aa need te spend mare time in the hoose,<br>
But te leave the farm to the eldest son<br>
Am teld is the warst kind of child abuse!
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