Mae Contrary Aunt
She leeved tae bae a year ower ninety,
An in aa them years she niver yinst spake
Withoot complainin o an ailment ir a seekness
A fever, an infection ir an ache!
She read a wee bit ivery day in hur life
It was aye tha death notices she read;
An if she seen a name she recognised,
Ye'd near hae thocht she wus gled!
Hur will was read yesterday moarnin -
She left aa she had tae hur doag an hur cat
An left wurd that she'd left iz naethin ava
An that naw yin o iz was worth even that!