My Daddie bocht a beltie bull
At Castle Douglas Fair
It was the brawest braw wee bull
O aa the hunders there.
For when it stepped intil the
ring
It held its heid sae hie,
Richt cannily it looked aroun
Syne winked an ee at me.
I said to faither, "Will ye buy
That bonnie braw wee lad?"
The unctioneer chapped wi his
stick
And knocked him doun to Dad.
