Classic Poem

With mudgeounes and murgeounis and moving the bane,
They leit it, they lift it, they loif it, they lak it,
They graip it, they grip it; it greitis, they grane:
They bind it, they baw it, they bed it, they brat it.
It skitterit, it squeillit; they skirlit ilk ane,
Whill the ky in the cuntrie startillit and chaisit,
Whilkis rairing ran rid wood, rowtand in a rane.
The wild deir in thair den the din hes displasit.
The cry wes [sa] uglie of aipis, elfis and owlis,
That geiss and geislingis cryis and craikis;
In dubbis dowkit duikis and draikis;
All folkis, for feir, the feildis forsaikis;
And the toun tykis yowlis.