LEOBAG'SWARNING.

Would Murdo make the wry mouth?

Is Ailie cross-eyed?

O mock no more the beggar man,

You'll scorn wi’ pride!

The wind that will be blowing west,

Might turn and blow south —

O, Ailie, it would fix your eyes

And Murdo's wry mouth.

O mind ye o’ the Leobag

And yon rock cod —

“Ho! there's the mouth,” the‘ cute one cried,

“For the hook and rod!”

The tide it would be turning while

The Leobag would mock —

And that is why it's gaping as

It gaped below the rock.