Ophelia
Watter ay jives, leaves nae untidy seam.
A salmon loup's bit a haun's clap,
The neives knit ticht thegither,
Haudin sic thochts! Derk, as Excalibur.
Cast in a random steen,
A muckle, gapin wound, instantly healin.
So saw Ophelia, as she slipped her sorra doon,
Her raivelt wits washed clean awa,
As clear's the meen,
A mirror, saftly sweemin.