BEAS.

Otago Witness, Issue 2623, 22 June 1904, Page 63

BEAS.

Oor aulrl wife's a cartie wee bedie, I txow, An' some gey queer notions come in her white

pow; She's washin 1 an' cleanin' frae niornin' till

dark, Eut a' kinds o' beas' gai lier flee frac her

wark. Ooor aidd 'boose, has a butt a<n' a ben, an', for-

bye, A routhie bit place whare the bodie can lie ; But hoddie hole corners no aue will ye see, An' the bauldest bum-clock frae the bodie will

flee. Oor wee Hughie's the pick o' a pack o' run-

deils, 'An' aft keeps the auld wife on the trot at his

heels; Ho'& like hei wi' beas', the oal kens his 11l-

He'll mak' a fine sodger, he's no fear'd to kill. He'll see a big beas oot o's reach, an' he'll

For a weot cloot an' peper an mak a gey elm ; He skreighs whan the auld wife plays dab on

the wa', , j , Syne intae ths aizles, jams, peper. an a . Ac day the wee blastie cries, " Grannie, come

leuk, , . There's a muckle black beas near tJie mm in a

An' she ran for the cloot, but draw'd back hauf

afear'd , At the legs, an.' the tail, an the horns, an a beard.

She play'd dab wi' the cloot, an' the wean gae

a skirl, , But neist owre his chaffs it gart rnaist os teeth

Syne aye, she walloped the cloot like a

He wissed he wir a beas' wi' big teeth an' lang

claws. TW T shiver an 1 sconuer she minds fient the ,Naa nettries nor goloclia for me 'will she Noo^they keek thro' the winnock whan giein's An' bizz.' "There's nae room here for beas'," an' gae buminin' away. Whan the auld wife lies doon, an' her trauchlin' is owre. „ Beas' '11 bizz an' they'll bum whare they att us't to cower ; But sin they come near her the better to fare. She'll turn wi' a dab, an' they'll vex her nae . — "Waxteh Mcrirao. Gleuinore, June 6.