Room on the Broom in Scots

The witch had a cat and an awfie lang hat and gingery hair that she pit in a plait. Hoo the cat purred and hoo the witch grinned as they sat on their bizzum and fleed through the wind. But hoo the witch peenged and the cat fuffed and aw when the wind wis sae wild that the hat blew awa. Doon! cried the witch, and they fleed tae the grund. They riped and they reenged but nae hat could be fund. Then oot fae the bushes (and this is the truth) there breeshled a dug wi the hat in his mooth.