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FROM MR. A***** M*******
HAVING just arrived from abroad, I had your poems put into my hands : the pleasure I received in reading them, has induced me to solicit your liberty to publish them amongst a number of our countrymen in America, (to which place I shall shortly return) and where they will be a treat of such excellence, that it would be an injury to your merit and their feeling to prevent their appearing in public.
Receive the following hastily written lines from a well wisher.
Fair fa' your pen my dainty Rob,
Your leisom way o' writing,
Your Your sonsie tykes may charm a cheel,
Their words are wond'rous bonney, But guid Scotch drink the truth does seal, It is as guid as ony.
Wi' you this day.
Poor Maillie, troth I'll nae but think,
Ye did the poor thing wrang,
Of stank so wide and lang;
Cry fye on your neglect,
That mournfu' day.
But wae's me, how dare I fin faut,
Wi' sic a winsom bardie,
And tak him by the gardie;
Like you to verse or rhyme,
On ony day.
It's fair to praise ilk canty callan,
Be he of purest fame,
Auld Scotia's bonney name ;
To you therefore in humble rhymo“, !
Better I canna gie, ?
. Upo' this day.
Frae Jock o' Groats to bonny Tweed,
Frae that e'en to the line,
There shall your bardship shine;
Will there aye meet a brither,
- On ony day.
Feart that my cruiket verse should spairge
Some wark, of wordie mak,"
But now my farewell tak;
And sing like English Weischell,
• This very day. .
FROM Mr. R*****
Ochlertyre, 220 October, 1787.
TWAS only yesterday I got Colonel Edmonstoune's answer, that neither the words of Down the burn Davie, nor Daintie Davie (I forgot which you mentioned) were written by Colonel G. Crawford. Next time I meet him I will inquire about his cousin's poetical talents.
Inclosed are the inscriptions you requested, and a letter to Mr. Young, whose company and musical talents will, I am persuaded, be a feast to
you. * Nobody can give you better hints as to your present plan than he. Receive also Omeron Cameron, which seemed to make such a deep im
* These inscriptions, so much admired by Burns, are below.
WRITTEN IN 1768,
For the Salictum * at Ochtertyre.
SALUBRITATIS voluptatisque causâ,
Prope hunc fontem pellucidum,
Sæpe conquiescam, senex,
* Salictum-Grove of Willows. Willow-ground.