FREE BOOKS

Author's List




PREV.   NEXT  
|<   110   111   112   113   114   115   116   117   118   119   120   121   122   123   124   125   126   127   128   129   130   131   132   133   134  
135   136   137   138   139   140   141   142   143   144   145   146   147   148   149   150   151   152   153   154   155   156   157   158   159   >>   >|  
An' taste sic gear as Johnie brews, Till some bit callan bring me news That ye are there; An' if we dinna hae a bouze, I'se ne'er drink mair. It's no I like to sit an' swallow, Then like a swine to puke an' wallow; But gie me just a true good fallow, Wi' right ingine, And spunkie ance to mak us mellow, An' then we'll shine. Now if ye're ane o' warl's folk, Wha rate the wearer by the cloak, An' sklent on poverty their joke, Wi' bitter sneer, Wi' you nae friendship I will troke, Nor cheap nor dear. But if, as I'm informed weel, Ye hate as ill's the very deil The flinty heart that canna feel-- Come, sir, here's to you! Hae, there's my haun', I wiss you weel, An' gude be wi' you. Robt. Burness. Mossgiel, 3rd March, 1786. To Mr. M'Adam, Of Craigen-Gillan In answer to an obliging Letter he sent in the commencement of my poetic career. Sir, o'er a gill I gat your card, I trow it made me proud; "See wha taks notice o' the bard!" I lap and cried fu' loud. Now deil-ma-care about their jaw, The senseless, gawky million; I'll cock my nose abune them a', I'm roos'd by Craigen-Gillan! 'Twas noble, sir; 'twas like yourself', To grant your high protection: A great man's smile ye ken fu' well Is aye a blest infection. Tho', by his banes wha in a tub Match'd Macedonian Sandy! On my ain legs thro' dirt and dub, I independent stand aye,-- And when those legs to gude, warm kail, Wi' welcome canna bear me, A lee dyke-side, a sybow-tail, An' barley-scone shall cheer me. Heaven spare you lang to kiss the breath O' mony flow'ry simmers! An' bless your bonie lasses baith, I'm tauld they're loosome kimmers! An' God bless young Dunaskin's laird, The blossom of our gentry! An' may he wear and auld man's beard, A credit to his country. To A Louse, On Seeing One On A Lady's Bonnet, At Church Ha! whaur 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 daur ye set your fit
PREV.   NEXT  
|<   110   111   112   113   114   115   116   117   118   119   120   121   122   123   124   125   126   127   128   129   130   131   132   133   134  
135   136   137   138   139   140   141   142   143   144   145   146   147   148   149   150   151   152   153   154   155   156   157   158   159   >>   >|  



Top keywords:
Gillan
 

Craigen

 

barley

 

Heaven

 

infection

 
protection
 
independent
 

Macedonian

 
strunt
 

sairly


rarely

 

protects

 
impudence
 

crowlin

 
ferlie
 

sinner

 
Detested
 
wonner
 

sparely

 

blastit


creepin

 

Church

 

loosome

 

kimmers

 

lasses

 

breath

 

simmers

 

Dunaskin

 

country

 

Seeing


Bonnet

 
credit
 

blossom

 

gentry

 

mellow

 
fallow
 

ingine

 
spunkie
 

friendship

 
bitter

wearer
 

sklent

 
poverty
 
callan
 

Johnie

 

swallow

 
wallow
 

commencement

 
poetic
 

career