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Dandie Dinmots/ Advertures of Angus and Ailsa |
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My Heilan Dug | |
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| I have a friend called ANGUS He’s a bonny heilan dog He walks the moors in all weathers In rain, in snow, in fog. He is sort, of on the shortish side Eleven inches to the shoulder, A great big heid and a peppery coat And for courage, there’s nowt bolder. |
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| He runs and barks at birds and beasts As we trek the heathered hill. He’s inquisitive, a nosey dog And rarely standing still. His busy little hairy legs Complete wi’ heilan gait, Cover the ground at amazing speed. He has nae time to wait. |
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| For this time is HIS prime time When he’s free to run and roam. A Dandie Dinmont on the loose, Though not so far from home. For Dandies are fond of comfort, A wee place by the fireside, Or a chair I’ve just vacated, Is a place he likes to bide. |
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| Big soft brown eyes in a face of grey Watches every move I make I groom him to perfection, Only to watch hime do the ‘shake’ He rolls around and messes up All the grooming I have done If at the SHOW he’d behaved himself I’m sure WE would have WON. |
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