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For faith, they'll aiblins fin' them fashious;
Now fare ye weel, an' joy be wi' you;
ROB THE RANTER
TO MR. MITCHELL,
Wi' a' his witches
In my poor pouches.
I modestly, fu’ fain wad hint it,
If wi' the hizzie down ye send it,
It would be kind; And while my heart wi' life-blood dunted,
I'd bear't in mind.
So may the auld year gang out moaning, To see the new come laden, groaning, Wi’ double plenty, o'er the loaning,
To thee and thine ; Domestic peace and comforts crowning
The hail design.
Ye've heard this while how I've been licket, And by fell death was nearly nicket; Grim loun! he gat me by the fecket,
And sair me sheuk; But, by good luck, I lap a wicket,
And turn'd a neuk.
But, by that health, I've got a share o't,
A tentier way;
For ance and aye.
I MIND it weel in early date,
And first could thresh the barn;
Yet unco proud to learn:
A man I reckon'd was,
The tither stooked raw,
Wearing the day awa.
Ev’n then, a wish, I mind it's pow'r,
Shall strongly heave my breast,
Or sing a sang at least.
Amang the bearded bear,
I turn'd the weeder-clips aside,
My envy e'er could raise;
I knew nae higher praise.
But still the elements o' sang,
Wild floated in my brain;
She rous'd the forming strain!
That lighted up her jingle,
At ev'ry kindling keek,
Hail to the set ! ilk guid chiel says,
An' we to share in common;
Is rapture-giving woman. Ye surly sumphs, who hate the name,
Be mindfu' o' your mither ; She, honest woman, may think shame
That ye’re connected with her •
Ye're wae men, ye’re nae men,
That slight the lovely dears ;
Ilk honest birkie swears.
Für you, na bred to barn or byre,
Thanks to you for your line.
'Twad please me to the Nine.
Douse hinging o'er my curple,
An' plenty be your fa'.
Ne'er at your hallan ca'.
TO J. RANKEN,
ON HIS WRITING TO THE
THAT A GIRL WAS
WITH CHILD BY HIM.
I am a keeper of the law
Ae way or ither,
Breaks a' thegither.