 | The songs and poems of Robert Tannahill |  |
A LESSON.
Quoth gobbin Tom of Lancashire,To northern Jock, a lowland drover,
“Those are foin kaise thai'rt driving there,
They 've zure been fed on English clover.”
“Foin kaise!” quoth Jock, “ye bleth'ring hash,
De'il draw your nose as lang 's a sow's!
That talk o' yours is queer-like trash;
Foin kaise! poor gowk!—their names are koose.”
The very fault which I in others see,
Like kind, or worse, perhaps is seen in me.
| The songs and poems of Robert Tannahill | |