Bog slumbers deep; aince breech the skin, ye'll sink.
Wauk circumspect, we arena surface fowk,
Spreadin wir braws fur ony gangrel tink
Raxxin wir mou', tae gibber wi a gowk.

We keep a cannie clutch, o sang, an tale
(Kenspeckle eggs, distinct in tang, an hue)
The peesie-wheep's wir Norlan nightingale..
Best-loued o cries, swift minstrel o the dew.

A furrow in the bluid, yon staney lan
Yon frosty sea, that jeels the muckle furth
Lang nichts, short simmers, winter's nippy haun
Has formed an framed us, craiturs o the north.

A nod's the maist we'll gie a fit that's gyangin
Sae, gin ye'd sikk acceptance as a frien,
Then bide a whyle; the secret's in belangin.
It's sattled reets, pits blossom on the gean.