| Border Collie Rescue - On Line - Collie Lament |
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| The Collies Lament. By Viv Billingham Parkes |
| I am a well- bred collie dug, |
| Born tae herd yon’ hill; |
| Tae rin tae heid jeukin’ yowes, |
| Yet ne’er do them ill. |
| Alas, the worst tae me’s occurred, |
| Ah’ve been sell’t intae a toun, |
| And ‘cos I chase baith weans and cars, |
| They’re gaun tae pit me doon. |
| If I could talk I’d tell them, |
| I wasna’ born tae be a pet - |
| But they dinna appear tae care nor ken, |
| Jist drag me tae the vet. |
| I don’t know what he did tae me, |
| ‘Cept t’was a mortal sin, |
| That made me proud tae be canine, |
| Not human likes o’ him. |
| How I wished that he’d explain, |
| An’ mak’ them understaun’, |
| That a collie dug born an’ bred, |
| Belongs only on the land. |
| But alas, he only sighed |
| And shook his woolly heid, |
| Carried out the heinous deed, |
| And then pronounced me deid! |
| I feel mysel’ ascendin’ |
| Towards some pearly gates - |
| I’ve been telt a Shepherd dwells up there |
| Who waits for collies sic- like me. |
| I tak’ ma place beside his knee, |
| Feel his kind hand on ma heid, |
| "Forget the past, put it behind, |
| Come bide with me instead. |
| There’s sheep to guide and sheep to shed, |
| The work here never ends." |
| He led me tae a dry-stane dyke, |
| "These are the ones ye’ll tend." |
| I stood and eyed in mute surprise |
| across the heaven’s deep, |
| As what I deemed where wisps o’ cloud |
| developed intae sheep. |
| And no’ the sort ain wad expect - |
| For I couldna’ fail tae see- |
| the sheep the Guid Shepherd tended o’er |
| Were o’ the human variety. |
| On observin’ ma perplexed gaze he enquired, |
| "Do ye stand firm as the proverbial rock?" |
| I wagged ma tail - so wi’ a quiet wheep, |
| He sent me off in hot pursuit, tae educate His flock! |
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