Birds Ee Veiw
I'M SITTIN' UP THIS SYCAMORE,
AN‚ I'M WATCHIN' ALL ABOOT,
FOR THEY TELL ME THERE'S A PANTHER
IN THE PLANTIN' LUKKIN' OOT.
BUT I'M DAMN'T IF I CAN SEE HIM,
FAE MAE PERCH AWA UP HIGH,
AN' BOYS I DAE NAE MISS MUCH,
ON THE GRUN OR IN THE SKY.
YE SEE BOYS I'M A BUZZARD,
AN' MAE EEN IR BRAVE AN' GUID,
AN' GEEN THE BOYO IS STILL IN THERE,
BAE MAE SOWL HE'S BRAVELY HID.
I HAE BEEN WATCHIN FOR MAE DINNER,
ROON HERE THIS WHEEN O' YEARS,
AN' I HAE YIT TAE SEE A PUMA ,
OR A PANTHER ABOOT HERE.
BOYS NOO YE NIVER HARD ME SEYIN,
THAT THERE'S NAW YIN ON THE LOOSE,
BUT IT'S ODD THE WYE I MISS'T HIM ,
WHUN I WUDNAE MISS A MOOSE.
I HAE SA' THE GHAIST O' TOBER MOOR,
GANN DRIFTIN' OWER THE FLOUGH,
I HAE SA' BENVERDINS LADY,
AN' THE WITCH O WILE GLENTOW.
I SA' THE THINGS THAT GAR THE FOLK,
PU' THE QUILT OOT OWER THOOR HEID,
BUT I NIVER SA' NAE LION BOYS,
O' ONY CLASS OR CREED.
By 'The Watcher'
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