Beware o tha Doag!

If theres yin sicht that's aa too common aboot north Antrim it's a boady oot waakin yin ir mair greyhoons. But is tha keepin o greyhoons a hermless hobby ir is it a risky business? Tha Toon Rhymer haes a tale tae tell.

CURSE O THA DOAG

Mae da bocht a doag whin ages thirty-twa

He had 40 acres o lan tae his fairm

Mae ma wisnae heppy but mae da joost hooched

An said, "Sure haein a doag wull dae me nae hairm".

A mind thon miserable lukkin wretch -

As she rin ower ivery acre we had,

Mae granny toul mae ma tae pay it nae heed

It wus joost mae da gan through yin o his fads.

Whin tha oul boy eventually reached forty

His acres wur reduced doon tae ten;

Fer ivery shillin he bet oan thon doag tae win

Wus loast tae tha Bookies time an again!

So he bocht anither doag tae double his luck

But didn't he manage tae dae twice as bad!

An noo we're sittin oan less than an acre

Cas o a doag that drove mae da mad!