The Tod (B)
There dwells a Tod on yonder craig,
And he's a Tod of might-a,
He lives as well on his purchase,
As ony laird or knight-a.
John Armstrang said unto the Tod,
An ye come near my sheep-a,
The first time that I meet wi' you,
It's I will gar ye greet-a.
The Tod said tae John Armstrang again,
Ye dare na be sae bauld-a;
For'n I hear ony mair o' your din,
I'll worry a' the sheep o' your fauld- a.
The tod he hies him to his craig,
And there sits he fu' crouse-a;
And for Johnie Armstrang, and a' his tykes,
He does not care a louse-a.
Herd 1776 II.234 [4.2 originally crouss]; Montgomerie SC
(1948), 43 (no. 35).