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Chorus:
Scoor oot �e cowgie, o�,
Sweel oot �e cowgie, o�,
For waarm milk for �e peedie calf,
�At�s stanan in �e byrie, o�.������
A bonnie beystie, weel-haired,
tae
Fa leks til sook yer fingers, o�,
He�ll dance weel at �e tether�s end,
An� kick his heels wi� muckle glee.
Wi� subsidy he�s worth a
lot,
So gae him plenty for his bowg,
Tae fit him for �e clover field,
An� feeds o� neeps and tatties, tae.
He�s got his mither�s
shapely heid,
His faither�s curly swishan tail,
Nae pedigree is his by birth,
Bit, a� �e same, he�s comely sae.
He�s short o� horn, a
guidly sicht,
Nae Hielan blood is in his veins,
His shapely leigs an� chownky frame
Are chist �e things til mak� a stot.
At auction mart he�ll cut a
dash,
Fan grown a muckle stirkie, o�,
Sae deep o� flank an� straicht o� back,
He�ll bring us mony bawbees in.
Note
Looks as if this was intended to be sung to the tune of �Green Grow
the Rashes, O� � - JP |