Piled on a dish of gold
Menteith and Breadalbane, then
In the cooling weather,
a dirty dog, quite comfy.
As the stir cracks and crazes their enamel.
Blooming at Beltane, *** in winter to fade;
One content, one sick in part;
The customary cry,
Sprang up the bank, tore thro' the furze,
With shade of leaf-crowned trees,
Piled on a dish of gold
Menteith and Breadalbane, then
In the cooling weather,
a dirty dog, quite comfy.
As the stir cracks and crazes their enamel.
Blooming at Beltane, *** in winter to fade;
One content, one sick in part;
The customary cry,
Sprang up the bank, tore thro' the furze,
With shade of leaf-crowned trees,