Coos

[Leanne]

Oh, hear the gentle moos of contented hieland coos,
As they graze beside the haggis in the hills;
When they’re feeling frisky, all the coos’ milk turns to whisky,
To cure even the stubbornest of ills.

Nae bother is the way on the heather-coated brae,
With kilts and sporrans flapping in the breeze;
All stiff from being icy makes the Scottish life quite spicy,
(As long as one’s indifferent to fleas).

A purse in mint condition is the Scotsman’s own tradition,
Though thrifty is the word they’ll always use;
They like the drink and fighting, but there's something more exciting --
It’s warm inside those happy hieland coos.

[tectak]

Oh, hear the gentle moos of contented hieland coos,
As they graze beside the haggis in the hills;
When they’re feeling frisky, all the coos’ milk turns to whisky,
To cure even the stubbornest of ills.

Nae bother is the way on the heather-coated brae,
With kilts and sporrans flapping in the breeze;
All stiff from being icy makes the Scottish life quite spicy,
(As long as one’s indifferent to fleas).

A purse in mint condition is the Scotsman’s own tradition,
Though thrifty is the word they’ll always use;
They like the drink and fighting, but there's something more exciting --
It’s warm inside those happy hieland coos.

So this is your idea of a eulogy on your Scottish trip? It's very good.
I would point out that some hieland coos are pretty ugly....a bit like roos really
Best,
tectak
Took milo's advice and switched browsers...I'm back.

[Leanne]

Sadly, we didn't get to see any coos this trip. We saw a lot of deer though. Maybe the deer have started feeding on the coos.

We stuck mostly to the east coast and only got as far north as Dundee & Angus -- where surprisingly we also did not see any Angus cattle. Lots of other breeds, though. Weird.

Probably not as weird as my obsession with kine.

[Keith]

Very good Leanne, great to see you found a new moows

Auld Rab was on the barley wine
running naked to the sleeping kine
when he tripped upon a clump of grass
unconscious till the night had passed
he slept with dreams of lassies fair
with bouncing breasts and soft red hair
then woke pinned doon, "noo jist haud on!"
but Angus was ready to father a son.

[Leanne]

That totally wasn't the rhyme I was expecting for "grass"...

[billy]

tom said some of the cows were ugly, i bet most were better looking than a Scotsman.
like the internals and the fun of it. great to see you back

[Truerenigma]

Oh, hear the gentle moos of contented hieland coos,
As they graze beside the haggis in the hills;
When they’re feeling frisky, all the coos’ milk turns to whisky,
To cure even the stubbornest of ills.

Nae bother is the way on the heather-coated brae,
With kilts and sporrans flapping in the breeze;
All stiff from being icy makes the Scottish life quite spicy,
(As long as one’s indifferent to fleas).

A purse in mint condition is the Scotsman’s own tradition,
Though thrifty is the word they’ll always use;
They like the drink and fighting, but there's something more exciting --
It’s warm inside those happy hieland coos.

I love it. Lots of fun. I can even here the lilt. very nice.