The Terrier From The North
Losh' Bogie man haud off your han';
Nor thrash me black and blue,
Frae fools and foes I seek nae praise,
But frien's should aye be true.
Nae silky-haired admirer I
O'Bradford Toys, Strathbogie;
Sich thoughts, I'm sure cam' in your head,
While dribblin' o'er the cogie.
I ken the Terrier o'the North,
I ken the towsy tyke --
Ye'll search frae Tweed to Sussex' shore,
But never find his like.
For pluck and pith and jaws and teeth
And hair like heather cowes,
Wi' body lang and low and strang,
At hame in cairns or knowes.
He'll face a foumart, draw a brock,
Kill rats and whitteritts by the score,
He'll bang tod-Lowrie frae his hole,
Or slay him at his door.
He'll range for days and ne'er be tired
O'er mountain, moor, and fell;
Fair play, I'll back the brave wee chap
To fecht the de'il himsel'.
And yet beneath his rugged coat
A heart beats warm and true.
He'll help to herd the sheep and kye,
And mind the lammies too.
Then see him at the ingle side,
Wi' bairnies roond him laughin'.
Was ever dog sae pleased as he,
Sae fond o'fun and daffin'?
But gie's your hand, Stratbogie man'
Guid faith' we maunna sever.
Then 'Here's to Scotia's best o'dogs,
Our towsy tyke for ever!".
(The Live Stock Journal, Jan. 31st)
By Dr. Gordon Stables, 1879
The following is a poem written by Westie-L member,
Lois Richardson, dedicated to all the rescuers who
give their hearts, time, money, energy and prayers
to rescue Westies.
The Rescuer's Poem
There's a place today in all our hearts
That shines because you're home
Forgotten are the neglected times
The times you were alone
Stories we will hear from you
Will tell us you're all right
Your life is just beginning
Sleep well, have peace tonight
Author: Lois Richardson
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