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, Harmonious flow, A sweeping, kindling, bauld strathspey-- Encore! Bravo! A blessing on the cheery gang Wha dearly like a jig or sang, An' never think o' right an' wrang By square an' rule, But, as the clegs o' feeling stang, Are wise or fool. My hand-waled curse keep hard in chase The harpy, hoodock, purse-proud race, Wha count on poortith as disgrace; Their tuneless hearts, May fireside discords jar a base To a' their parts. But come, your hand, my careless brither, I' th' ither warl', if there's anither, An' that there is, I've little swither About the matter; We, cheek for chow, shall jog thegither, I'se ne'er bid better. We've faults and failings--granted clearly, We're frail backsliding mortals merely, Eve's bonie squad, priests wyte them sheerly For our grand fa'; But still, but still, I like them dearly-- God bless them a'! Ochone for poor Castalian drinkers, When they fa' foul o' earthly jinkers! The witching, curs'd, delicious blinkers Hae put me hyte, And gart me weet my waukrife winkers, Wi' girnin'spite. By by yon moon!--and that's high swearin-- An' every star within my hearin! An' by her een wha was a dear ane! I'll ne'er forget; I hope to gie the jads a clearin In fair play yet. My loss I mourn, but not repent it; I'll seek my pursie whare I tint it; Ance to the Indies I were wonted, Some cantraip hour By some sweet elf I'll yet be dinted; Then vive l'amour! Faites mes baissemains respectueuses, To sentimental sister Susie, And honest Lucky; no to roose you, Ye may be proud, That sic a couple Fate allows ye, To grace your blood. Nae mair at present can I measure, An' trowth my rhymin ware's nae treasure; But when in Ayr, some half-hour's leisure, Be't light, be't dark, Sir Bard will do himself the pleasure To call at Park. Robert Burns. Mossgiel, 30th October, 1786. Fragment On Sensibility Rusticity's ungainly form May cloud the highest mind; But when the heart is nobly warm, The good excuse will find. Propriety's cold, cautious rules Warm fervour may o'erlook: But spare poor sensibility Th' ungentle, harsh rebuk
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