The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1875-12-29
THE AULD FARMERS NEW-YEAR
MORNING SALUTATIGN TO HIS
AUID MARE MAGGIE.

! GUID New Year wish thee, Maggie.
Hac, there's rip to thy aud baggic:
Tho thou's howe-baekit, now, an knaggie,
Use seen the day
Thou could hae gaen like Onie staggie
Out Owre the lay.
Tho now thou's dowie. stid, an crazy,
An thy auld hides as whites daisy,
I've seen thee dapprt, sleek, an glaizie.
\ bcnie gray;
lie should been tight that danr't to raise thee
Anee in day.
Thou ance was + the foremost rank,
A ely, buirtily, sleeve an swank,
An set weel down a shapely shank,
As c'er tread yird,
An could lae flown out owre o stank.
Like onie bird.
It's now some ninc-an' twenty year
sin thou was my guid fathers meere
He gicd me thee, o tocher clear.
An fifty mark;
Tho It was sna', twas weel-won gear,
An thou was stark.
When first 1 gaed 10 WOO my Jenny.
Ye then was trottin wi your minnie:
Tho ye was trickie slee, an funnie,
Veneer was donsie;
But namely, tawie, quiet, an canic,
An unco scnsic.
That day, ye pranc'd wi muckle pride.
When We bare hame my bonnie bride;
An sweet an graceful she did ride
WI maiden air.
Kyle Stewer; 1 could Dragged wide
For sic pair.
Though now ye dow bu, hoyte an holhle,
An wlntlc like a samount -coble,
That day ye was tinker noble,
For heels an win!
An ran them tin they a did wauLle,
Far, far benin.
When thou an we're young an shcigh,
An stable meals at fairs were dreigh,
How thou wa1 prance, an snore, an skreigh,
An tax the road!
Towns bodies ran, an stood abcigh,
An cat thee mad.
When thou was e0rE't, an was mellow,
We took the road sy Ike swallow;
At Brooscs thou had ne'er a fellow,
For pith an speed;
Bu. .cy'ry tail thou ply't them hollow
Where'cr thou gaeJ.
The s.na', drJ0p-ruGplt- hunter cattle,
Night aiblirs waUr'J thee for hrattlc;
But sax Scotch miles. thou try't their nettlc.
An CART hem whaizle,
Va. ,-bf-, NOV z,,f,r lint inst n ,ra,tra
o. saugh or hazel.
Thou was a noble ittio.laE,
As e'er IN tag or tow was drawn,
Ar thee an /, in aught hours glua,.
On guid March weather,
Hac tusn'd sax rood beside our han,
For days thegi;her.
Thou never brIindg't, an icch't, an fisAi;,
Bat Thy auld tail thou wad hae whiskl,,
An spread abreed thy weel-fll'd briske,,
W. pith and pow'r
TIL spyltty kn0wes wad rair't and risket,
An slypct owre.
When frosts lay lang, an snaws were deep.
An thre1ten'd labor back 70 keen.
gied thy cog wee bit heap
Aboon he thinner;
1 kcHn'd my Maggie wad M sleep
For that, OF simmer.
In cart or car theG never resiit;
The s.eyest brae thou wad hae fle'dit
Thou never lap, and sten't and breastii,
Then stood 20 blaW;
But iust thy step wee thing hastit.
Thou snooy'tewa.
NY pleUgh Is now thy hairn time a;
Four gallant brutes as e'er did draw:
Foybye sax mae, I've sell ava,
That thou hast nurst;
They drew NE threiteen pund an iva,
rhc vera warst.
Monte . salT daurk We twa hac wrought.
An wi the weary warl' fought,
An monte an anxious day, though:
We wad be beat;
Yet here to crazy age we're brought,
WI something yet.
An think na, my auld trusty servant,
That now, perhaps, thou's less dessryin',
An thy auld days may end in starvin',
For my last fou,
4 hoapi: stimpart, III reserve ane
laid by for YOU.
We've worn to crazy years thegithcr;
Wen tOytc about wi ane anither:
WI tentie care III fit thy tether
To some hain'd rig,
WHARF ye may nobly rax your leather,
WI sma' fatigue.