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ers, particularly the Learned and the Polite, who
C Ο Ν Τ Ε Ν Τ S.
The Twa Dogs, a Tale,
page 9 Scotch Drink, The Author's earnest cry and prayer, to the
right honorable and honorable, the Scotch
representatives in the House of Commons, 29 The Holy Fair,
40 Address to the Deil,
55 The death and dying words of Poor Maillie, 62 Poor Maillie's Elegy,
66 To J. S****,
69 A Dream,
tation to his auld Mare, Maggy, on giving
118 The Cotter's Saturday night, inscribed to R. A. Esq;
I 24 To a Mouse, on turning her up in her Neft,
with the Plough, November, 1785, 138 Epistle to Davie, a brother Poet,
141 The Lament, occasioned by the unfortunate iffue of a friend's amour,
150 Despondency, an Ode,
156 Man was made to mourn, a Dirge, 160
Τ Η Ε
T W A D O G S,
T A L E.
WAS in that place o' Scotland's isle,
The first I'll name, they ca'd him Cæfar, Was keepet for His Honor's pleasure; His hair, his size, his mouth, his lugs, Shew'd he was nane o' Scotland's dogs, But whalpet some place far abroad, Where sailors gang to fish for Cod.
His locked, letter'd, braw brass-collar Shew'd him the gentleman an’ scholar; But tho' he was o' high degree, The fient a pride na pride had he, But wad hae spent an hour caressan, Ev'n wi’ a Tinkler-gipsey's mesan : At Kirk or Market, Mill or Smiddie, Nae tawted tyke, tho' e'er fae duddie, But he wad stan't, as glad to see him, An' ftroan't on ftanes an' hillocks wi' him.
The tither was a ploughman's collie, A rhyming, ranting, raving billie, Wha for his friend an' comrade had him, And in his freaks had Luath ca'd him,