| Bonny Jock O' the Moors' Whilst rambling on the moors today, I came upon a wond'rous site, The cast of dog all done in bronze, That stood upon a stone of white. I stopp'd to look and gaze a while, And read the words in stone were set, By some hand, the following words, "Bonny Jock O' the Moors, we'll no forget." Returning home, I stopp'd to talk, With an old man sitting by the by, I told him of the tomb I'd seen, And asked of him the reason why. `Tis the grave of Jock O' the Moors' He said, with tone as gravid as his face, `A bonny dog, that all mistook for bad, And yet returned to save this place, `T'were many years since Jock arrived, Beside a man of darkened look, The townsfolk drove them to the Moors, They had no need of dog nor crook.' `The out-turned man returned one night, Set out to teach the town a trick, Set fire to each building there he did, With vengence and his flaming stick.' `He laugh'd to see the town alight, And when all was burning, turn'd and left, The townsfolk wept to see their plight, Their houses burning, all were bereft.' `And then a cry, a child was lost! Alas, Was trapp'd midst the burning wreck, Of flaming timber, choking smoke, That water flung could not hope to check.' `And suddenly heard, a baying din, A small brown dog, hurtled to the fray, And was lost within the searing flames, That made the dark night seem as day.' `When all seemed lost, and both had died, Appeared through the fire, a startled child, Singed all about, yet still unharmed, Brought by the dog, deemed bad and wild.' `Snatch'd by the folk, with loving arms, The townsmen armed with water tried, Yet as they did, the timbers crashed, And fell, with small brown dog inside.' `When the fires had ceased to burn, And townsfolk started to take stock, Of all they lost, a brass tag was found, Inscribed with a single name `Jock'.' That day they set the white stone there, The blacksmith cast a statue true, O' the wee brown dog, that saved a life, Though of them all, he never knew.' `A sturdy dog, of shortened leg, Broad of head, and wide of chest, With laughing mouth, an cheerful eye, With disposition, angel blest.' `An never again did they turn away, Poor wandering folk, for they did regret, Mistreating the man, who brought the dog, And of Jock O' the Moors, did never forget' by Elise Thomas |
| Bonny Jock O' the Moors' Whilst rambling on the moors today, I came upon a wond'rous site, The cast of dog all done in bronze, That stood upon a stone of white. I stopp'd to look and gaze a while, And read the words in stone were set, By some hand, the following words, "Bonny Jock O' the Moors, we'll no forget." Returning home, I stopp'd to talk, With an old man sitting by the by, I told him of the tomb I'd seen, And asked of him the reason why. `Tis the grave of Jock O' the Moors' He said, with tone as gravid as his face, `A bonny dog, that all mistook for bad, And yet returned to save this place, `T'were many years since Jock arrived, Beside a man of darkened look, The townsfolk drove them to the Moors, They had no need of dog nor crook.' `The out-turned man returned one night, Set out to teach the town a trick, Set fire to each building there he did, With vengence and his flaming stick.' `He laugh'd to see the town alight, And when all was burning, turn'd and left, The townsfolk wept to see their plight, Their houses burning, all were bereft.' `And then a cry, a child was lost! Alas, Was trapp'd midst the burning wreck, Of flaming timber, choking smoke, That water flung could not hope to check.' `And suddenly heard, a baying din, A small brown dog, hurtled to the fray, And was lost within the searing flames, That made the dark night seem as day.' `When all seemed lost, and both had died, Appeared through the fire, a startled child, Singed all about, yet still unharmed, Brought by the dog, deemed bad and wild.' `Snatch'd by the folk, with loving arms, The townsmen armed with water tried, Yet as they did, the timbers crashed, And fell, with small brown dog inside.' `When the fires had ceased to burn, And townsfolk started to take stock, Of all they lost, a brass tag was found, Inscribed with a single name `Jock'.' That day they set the white stone there, The blacksmith cast a statue true, O' the wee brown dog, that saved a life, Though of them all, he never knew.' `A sturdy dog, of shortened leg, Broad of head, and wide of chest, With laughing mouth, an cheerful eye, With disposition, angel blest.' `An never again did they turn away, Poor wandering folk, for they did regret, Mistreating the man, who brought the dog, And of Jock O' the Moors, did never forget' by Elise Thomas |
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