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The Collies Lament. By Viv Billingham Parkes |
I am a well- bred collie dug, |
Born tae herd yon hill; |
Tae rin tae heid jeukin yowes, |
Yet neer do them ill. |
Alas, the worst tae mes occurred, |
Ahve been sellt intae a toun, |
And cos I chase baith weans and cars, |
Theyre gaun tae pit me doon. |
If I could talk Id tell them, |
I wasna born tae be a pet - |
But they dinna appear tae care nor ken, |
Jist drag me tae the vet. |
I dont know what he did tae me, |
Cept twas a mortal sin, |
That made me proud tae be canine, |
Not human likes o him. |
How I wished that hed explain, |
An mak them understaun, |
That a collie dug born an bred, |
Belongs only on the land. |
But alas, he only sighed |
And shook his woolly heid, |
Carried out the heinous deed, |
And then pronounced me deid! |
I feel mysel ascendin |
Towards some pearly gates - |
Ive been telt a Shepherd dwells up there |
Who waits for collies sic- like me. |
I tak ma place beside his knee, |
Feel his kind hand on ma heid, |
"Forget the past, put it behind, |
Come bide with me instead. |
Theres sheep to guide and sheep to shed, |
The work here never ends." |
He led me tae a dry-stane dyke, |
"These are the ones yell tend." |
I stood and eyed in mute surprise |
across the heavens deep, |
As what I deemed where wisps o cloud |
developed intae sheep. |
And no the sort ain wad expect - |
For I couldna fail tae see- |
the sheep the Guid Shepherd tended oer |
Were o the human variety. |
On observin ma perplexed gaze he enquired, |
"Do ye stand firm as the proverbial rock?" |
I wagged ma tail - so wi a quiet wheep, |
He sent me off in hot pursuit, tae educate His flock! |
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