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An hardly in a winter's season,

E'er fpier her price:

WAE worth that brandy, burning trash ! Fell source o' monie a pain an' brash! Twins monie a poor, doylt, drunken hath,

O'half his days;

An' fends, beside, auld Scotland's cash.

To her warft faes.

Ye Seots, wha wifh auld Scotland well!

Ye chief, to you my tale I tell,
Poor plackless devils like myfel!

It lets you illy

Wi' bitter, dearthfu' wines to mell,

Or foreign gill.

MAX gravels round his blather wrench,

Any

An' gouts torment him inch by inch,
Wha twists his gruntle wi' a glunch

O'sour disdain,
Out owre a glass o' wbisky punch

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Now colic grips, an' barkin hoaft

May kill us a' For loyal Forbes charter'd boast

Is ta'en awa?

THAE

That curst horse-leeches o'th' excise, Wha mak the Whisky stells their prize! Haud up thy han', Deil! ance, twice, thrice!

There, seize the blinkers !

An' bake them up in brunstane pies

For poor d---n'd drinkers.

FORTUNE ! if thou'll but gie me ftill
Hale breeks, a scone, an' Whisky gill,
An' rowth o'rhyme to rave at will,

Tak' a' the rest,

An' deal't about as thy blind skill

Directs thee beit.

VOL. I.

D.

THE

THE AUTHOR'S

EARNEST CRY AND PRAYER*

TO THE SCOTCH REPRESENTATIVES IN THE

HOUSE OF COMMONS,

Dearest of Distillation ! last and best !

-How art thou lost !

PARODY ON MILTON.

YE

E Irish Lords, ye Knights an' Squises, ,

Wha represent our brughs an' shires,

An' doucely manage our affairs

In parliament,

To

*This was wrote before the Act anent the Scotch Distilleries, of session 1786: for which Scotland and the Author return their most grateful thanks.

To you a simple Bardie's prayers

Are humbly sent.

ALAS! my roupet muse is hearse !
Your Honor's hearts wi' grief 'twad pierce

To see her fittin on her a--

Low i' the dust,

An' scriechin out prosaic verse,

An' like to burst!

TELL them wha hae the chief direction, Scotland an'me's in great affliction,

E'er fin, they laid that curst restriction

On Aquavitae ;

An' rouse them up to strong conviction.

An' move their pity.

STAND forth, an' tell yon Premier Youth,

The honest open naked truth:

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