A Race Involving the Village Idiots - circa 1751 ©
Bass Lake, Ontario, Canada
The cannans rin aboot the braes,
as ower the dykes they lowp,
They often stoyte before they fa',
and sit doon oan thur dowp.
Wee bummie Geordie's doytin oan,
He cannae rin at a'.
He haps, he haurls, and hoddins,
As he stoyters tae the wa'
Wi' muckle painch big Wullie rins,
He braingts intae the brattle.
Thase brooses hae him oot o' pech,
His banes they fairly rattle.
Daft Angus cleekit wae wee Jock,
Run roon' an roon fur oors.
These sumphs they paidled and skint their knees,
Their dowps were aw in clours.
Chairlie an Shug are hirplin yet,
As ma clink comes tae an end.
The coofs they claivered through the nicht,
And plumpit doon the glen.
Wee glaikit Boabbie took the tassie,
But loast his nickie tams.
He draiglit cleedless past the post,
An' won a teat o' hams.