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No-stretch a point to catch a plack
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,
Your pardon, sir, for this digression,
So, sir, ye see 'twas nae daft vapour,
Then patronize them wi’ your favour, And your petitioner skall ever
1 bad amaist said, ever pray,
“ May ne'er misfortune's growling barks
I will not wind a lang conclusion
But if (which pow'rs above prevent)
If, in the vale of humble life,
TO A LOUSE,
On seeing one on a lady's bonnet, at church
Ha! whare ye gaun, ye crowlin ferlie!
Owre gauze and lace ; Tho' faith, I fear ye dine but sparely
On sic a place.
Ye ugly, creepin, blastit wonner,
Sae fine a lady!
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,
'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
And foolish notion :
And ev'n devotion!
ADDRESS TO EDINBURGH.
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.