John Skinner, The Yowie wi the Crookit Horn
“ Ance she lay a week and langer Out aneath a wreath o' snaw Oh, the yowie wi the crookit horn A' that kent her could hae sworn That sic a yowie ne'er was born Here aboot or far awa I lookit aye at even for her, Lest mishanter should come o'er her. Or the foumart might devour her, Gin the beastie bade awa. Oh, the yowie wi the crookit horn A' that kent her could hae sworn That sic a yowie ne'er was born Here aboot or far awa Yet, Monday last, for a' my keeping, I canna speak o't without greeting, A villain came when I was sleeping, And staw my ewie, horn and a'. ”
