The laird of Daviot
The laird of daviot
greeted me this wandering soldier
upon an ill-used roman road
cobbled through nothing but scottish heather
no mean man himself he seemed
handclasped full of unctions and well-wishes
i shook on it for a kern
hungry and footsore
hopefully could sojourney down that knapstone thoroughfare
to a billet fully propitious
instead after short commons
that night what i lay on was a stone flagging
bare of blanket with a brick for my head's companion
so i swear to that laird of daviot
not to you but i to the gude laird above be thankit!
mcmlxxxviii
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