Lauth

He was a gash and faithfu’ tyke
As ever lapt a sheugh or dyke.
His honest, sawnsie, bawsint face
Aye gat him friends in ilka place.
His breast was white, his towsie back
Weel clad wi’ coat o’ glossy black.
His gawcie tail, wi’ upward curl,
Hung ower his hurdies wi’ a swurl.

ROBERT BURNS.