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Auld Bawthren's Song<br />
:THE CAT<br />
The gudewife birrs wi' <strong>the</strong> wheel a* day,<br />
Three threeds an' a thrum;<br />
A walth o' wark, an* sma' time for play,<br />
Wi' <strong>the</strong> lint sae white and worset grey<br />
Work hard she maun, while sing I may,<br />
The gudewife rises frae out her bed,<br />
Three threeds an* a thrum.<br />
Wi* her cozy nicht-mutch round her head,<br />
To steer <strong>the</strong> fire to a blaze sae red,<br />
An' her feet I rub wi' welcome glad.<br />
I daunder round her wi' bly<strong>the</strong>some birr,<br />
An* rub on her legs my sleek warm fur;<br />
Wi' sweeps o' my tail I welcome her,<br />
An' round her rin, wherever she stir.<br />
The men-folk's time for rest is sma',<br />
They're out in <strong>the</strong> sunshine, an* out in <strong>the</strong> snaw,<br />
Tho' cauld winds whistle, or rain should fa',<br />
I, in <strong>the</strong> ingle, dae nought ava\<br />
I like <strong>the</strong> gudeman, but loe <strong>the</strong> wife,<br />
Days mony <strong>the</strong>y've seen o' leil and strife;<br />
O' sorrow human hours are rife;<br />
Their haud's been mine a' <strong>the</strong> days o' my life.