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No-stretch a point to catch a plack
Abuse a brother to his back;
Steal thro' a winnock frae a wh-re,
But point the rake that taks the door ;
Be to the poor like onie whunstane,
And haud their noses to the grunstane,
Ply ev'ry art o' legal thieving;
No matter, stick to sound believing.

Learn three-mile pray’rs, an' half-mile graces, Wi' weel-spread looves, an' lang, wry faces ; Grunt up a solemn, lengthen'd groan, Aud dainn a' parties but your own; I'll warrant then, ye’re nae deceiver, A steady, sturdy, staunch believer.

O ye wha leave the springs of C-lv-n,
For gumlie dubs of your ain delvin !
Ye sons of heresy and error,
Ye'll some day squeel in quaking terror!
When vengeance draws the sword in wrath,
And in the fire throws the sheath;
When ruin, with his sweeping besom,
Just frets 'till heav'n commission gies him :
While o'er the harp pale mis’ry moans,
And strikes the ever-deep’ning tones,
Still louder shrieks, and heavier groans !


Your pardon, sir, for this digression,
I maist forgat my dedication ;
But when divinity comes cross me,
My readers still are sure to lose me.

So, sir, ye see 'twas nae daft vapour,
But I maturely thought it proper,
When a' my works I did review,
To dedicate them, sir, to you:
Because (ye need na tak ít ill)
I thought them something like yoursel.

Then patronize them wi’ your favour, And your petitioner skall ever

1 bad amaist said, ever pray,
But that's a word I need na say:
For prayin I hae little skill o't;
I'm baith dead-sweer, an' wretched ill o't;
But I'se repeat each poor man's pray'r,
That kens or hears about you, sir-

“ May ne'er misfortune's growling barks
Howl thro' the dwelling o' the clerk !
May ne'er his gen'rous, honest heart,
For that same gen'rous spirit smart !
May K******'s fair-honour'd name
Lang beet his hymeneal flame,
"Till H*******s, at least a dizen,
Are frae their nuptial labours risen ;
Five bonnie lasses round their table,
And seven brąw fellows, stout an' able
To serve their king and country weel,
By word, or pen, or pointed steel !
May health and peace, with mutual rays,
Shine on the evening o' his days ;
'Till his wee curlie John's jer.oe,
When ebbing life nae mair shall flow,
The last, sad, mournful rites bestow."


I will not wind a lang conclusion
Wi' complimentary effusion :
But whilst your wishes and endeavours
Are blest with fortune's smiles and favours,
I am, dear sir, with zeal most fervent,
Your much indebted, humble servant.

But if (which pow'rs above prevent)
That iron-hearted carl, Want,
Attended in his grim advances,
By sad mistakes, and black mischances,
While hopes, and joys, and pleasures fly him,
Make you as poor a dog as I am,
Your humble servant then no more;
For who would humbly serve the poor!
But by a poor man's hopes in Heav'n!
While recollection's pow'r is given,

If, in the vale of humble life,
The victim sad of fortune's strife,
I, thro' the tender gushing tear,
Should recognize my master dear,
If friendless, low, we meet together,
Then, sir, your hand-my friend and brother :-


On seeing one on a lady's bonnet, at church

Ha! whare ye gaun, ye crowlin ferlie!
Your impudence protects you sairly:
I canna say but ye strunt rarely

Owre gauze and lace ; Tho' faith, I fear ye dine but sparely

On sic a place.

Ye ugly, creepin, blastit wonner,
Detested, shunn'd by saunt an' sinner,
How dare ye set your fit upon her,

Sae fine a lady!
Gae somewhere else and seek your dinner

On some poor body.

Swith, in some beggar's haffet squattle ; There ye may creep, and sprawl, and sprattle Wi’ ither kindred, jumpin cattle,

In shoals and nations ; Whare horn nor bane ne'er dare unsettle

Your thick plantations.

Now haud you there, ye're out of sight,
Below the fatt'rils, snug an' tight ;
Na, faith ye yet ! ye'll no be right

'Till ye've got on it, Tho vera tapmost, tow'ring height

O' miss's bonnet.

My sooth! right bauld ye set your nose out, As plump and gray as onie grozet; O for some rank, mercurial rozet,

Or fell, ręd smeddym, I'd gie you sic a hearty doze o't,

Wad dress your droddum !

I wad na been surpris’d to spy You on an auld wife's flainen toy; Or aiblins some bit duddie boy,

On's wyliecoat; But miss's fine lunardi ! fie,

How dare ye do't !

O, Jenny, dinna toss your head, An' set your beauties a' abread ! Ye little ken what cursed speed

The blastte's makin! Thae winks and finger ends, I dread,

Are notice takin!

O wad some pow'r the giftie gie us
To see oursels as others see us !
It wad frae monie a blunder free us

And foolish notion :
What airs in dress an' gait wąd lea'e us,

And ev'n devotion!


1 Edina! Scotia's darling seat !

All hail thy palaces and tow'rs, Where once, beneath a monarch's feet,

Sat legislation's sov'reign pow'rs ! From marking wildly-scatter'd flow'rs,

As on the banks of Ayr I stray'd, And singing, lone, the ling’ring hours,

I shelter in thy honour'd shade.

II. Here Wealth still swells the golden tide,

As busy Trade his labours plies; There Architecture's noble pride

Bids elegance and splendour rise ; Here Justice, from her native skies,

High wields her balance and her rod; There Learning, with his eagle eyes,

Seeks Science in her coy abode.

III. Thy sons, Edina, social, kind,

With open arms the stranger hail 3 Their views enlarg'd, their lib'ral mind,

Above the narrow, rural vale; Attentive still to sorrow's wail,

Or modest merit's silent claim ; And never may their sources fail !

And never envy blot their name!

IV. Thy daughters bright thy walks adorn!

Gay as the gilded summer sky, Sweet as the dewy milk-white thorn,

Dear as the raptur'd thrill of joy! Fair B-strikes th' adoring eye,

Heav'n's beauties on my fancy shine ; I see the sire of love on high,

And own his work indeed divine!

v. There, watching high the least alarms,

Thy rough rude fortress gleams afar; Like some bold vetran, gray in arms,

And mark'd with many a seamy scar: The pond'rous wall and massy bar,

Grim-rising o'er the rugged rock, Have oft withstood assailing war,

And oft repell’d the invader's shock.

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