134 WEE PIPER'S LETTER. 



The case it is proven, the verdict is given, 

 That you've been the cause o' this strife, 



And to-morrow at sunrise, you off shall be 



driven, 

 For the term of your natural life. 



fcer'a Setter. 



Noo, Wully, my man, when this comes to han', 



Ye'll be thinkin' I'm ower the wotter, 

 But I gae them the slip an' lap oot o' the ship, 



And swam to the land like an otter. 

 An' I've trampit thro' touns whairill-deedylouns 



Shoutit Peachim, an' Pincher, an' Viper, 

 An' man, Wull, sic dougs wi' short cuttit lugs 



I thocht they wad eaten Wee Piper. 



I waddl't away by nicht an' by day, 



O'er crags, thro' moss-haggs, an' lang heather, 

 Till I wan to the Shaws, gae thin i' the jaws, 



An' the skin aff my feet a' thegither ; 

 Sae couthiely then they cried on me ben 



An' a cheil bein' here frae the Kinmont, 

 Wha kens a' my kin frae the Knott to Bakethinn, 



An' he threeps I'm a real Dandie Dinmont. 





