Little Lad Lost.
by: Mackie, Dr Lewis
Far’s the young vratch,doon on the shore?
Niver kint him miss his denner afore.
He’s nae on the rocks nor doon on the pier.
A’ll gie him laldy. He needs a good scare!
Och Mam dinna worry, he’ll come tae nae ill,
That’s him mong the beasts on the tap o’ the hill.
Come doon ye young divilock ye’ll get a richt clout
If ye dinna come doon fae among a’ they nowt.
Ye young limmer o’ Satan yer drivin me mad.
Ye pay me nae heed. Yer worse than yer Dad!