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This was deny'd, it was affirmed ;
That beardless laddies
Than their auld daddies.
Frae less to mair it gaed to sticks;
Wi' hearty crunt;
Were hang'd an' brunt.
This game was play'd in monie lands,
Wi' nimble shanks,
Sic bluidy pranks.
Sae duuht the mulut-light ftocks are bleatin; their waldus heres are vex'd an' sweatin; Versel. I've even seen them greetin
W girnin spite, To hear the mount sae sadly lied on
By word an' write.
Det storey they will cowe the louns! Some scrit keres in neebor towns tre mitt i things they ea' balloons,
To tak a flight, stav se month amang the moons,
An see them right.
Gitud observation they will gie them;
Just i* their pouch,
I think they'll crouch!
Sae ve observe that a this clatter
In logie tulzie,
Than mind sic brulzie.
I See note, p. 52.
EPISTLE TO JOHN RANKIN.
ENCLOSING SOME POEMS.
O ROUGH, rude, ready-witted R******. The wale o cocks for fun an' drinkin! There's monie godly folks are thinkin,
Your dreams an' tricks Will send you, Korah-like, a-sinkin,
Straught to auld Nick's.
Ye hae sae monie cracks an’ cants,
An’ fill them fou;
Are a' seen thro'.
Hypocrisy, in mercy spare it!
The lads in black!
Rives 't aff their back.
Think, wicked sinner, wha ye're skaithing,
To ken them by,
Like you or I.
'Twas ae night lately in my fun,
A bonnie hen!
Thought nane wad ken.
The poor wee thing was little hurt;
But, deil-ma-care !
The hale affair.
But, by my gun, o'guns the wale,
I vow an' swear!
For this, niest year.
As soon's the clockin-time is by,
For my gowd guinea ;
Fort, in Virginia.
Trowth, they had muckle for to blame ! 'Twas neither broken wing nor limb, But twa-three draps about the wame
Scarce thro' the feathers; An' baith a yellow George to claim,
An' thole their blethers !
It pits me aye as mad's a hare ;
When time's expedient: Meanwhile I am, respected Sir,
Your most obedient.
1 A certain humorous dream of his was then making a noise in the country-side.
2 A song he had promised the author.