Ma Braw Big Dug by Kay Miller
A big broon dug wi a broken leg
I loved ye at first glance, You’d maybe take a while to heal
But I hud te take the chance.
Fu’ o life and energy
Ye jumped right o’er the couch, Then ate us oot o hoose an hame
’Til yer belly grew a pouch.
Guid times we hud o’er many years
Yer wee broon face turnt grey, They eyes still glistened wi mischief
Tho much ye couldnae dae.
Ma braw big dug, ma best boy
Saying cheerio wis hard, Ma heart is broke, ma throat is tight, Ma very soul is jarred.
Am even greetin in ma dreams
Whaur I see yer face aglow, “Am fine noo mam,” I hear ye say, “It’s time te let me go.
I wake up clingin on te ye
E’en tho we’re far apart, I’ll never let ye go ma boy
Yer always in ma heart
