Just ae half muchkin does me prime, Ought less is little, Then back I rattle on the rhyme As gleg's a whittle! Awa' ye selfish, warly' race, Wha think that havins, sense, an' grace, I dinna like to see your face Nor hear your crack. But ye whom social pleasure charms, Come to my bowl, come to my arms, But to conclude my lang epistle, As my auld pen 's worn to the grissle; Twa lines frae you wad gar me fissle,b Who am most fervent, While I can either sing or whissle, Your friend and servant. TO THE SAME. April 21, 1785. WHILE new-ca'd kye rout at the stake, An' pownies reek in pleugh or braik, This hour, on e'enin's edge, I take, To honest-hearted, auld Lapraik, Forieskete sair, with weary legs, y Worldly. z Good manners. a To get money. b Bustle. < Cows having newly calved. d A kind of harrow. e Jaded with fatigue. Or dealing thro' amang the naigs My awkwart Muse sair pleads and begs, The tapetless ramfeezl'dh hizzie, That trouth my head is grown right dizzie, Her dowffi excuses pat me mad: So dinna ye This vera night; Shall bauld Lapraik, the king o' hearts, Yet ye'll neglect to shaw your parts, Sae I gat paper in a blink, An' down gaed stumpie in the ink; Quoth I, Before I sleep a wink, An' if you winna mak it clink, By Jove I'll prose it!' Sae I've begun to scrawl, but whether In rhyme or prose, or baith thegither, Or some hotch-potch that's rightly neither, A slight bate given to horses in the forenoon, while in the yoke. g Foolish. i Pithless, wanting force. h Fatigued. k Praise, commend. Let time mak proof; But 1 shall scribble down some blether! My worthy friend, ne'er grudge an' carp, Ne'er mind how Fortune waft and warp; She's gien me monie a jirt an' fleg, I'll laugh an' sing, an' shake my leg Now comes the sax-an'-twentieth simmer Frae year to year; But yet, despite the kittle kimmer,t Do ye envy the city gent., Behint a kist" to lie and sklent," Or purse-proud, big wi' cent. per cent. In some bit burghy to represent Or, is 't the paughty, feudal thane, Wha thinks himself nae sheep-shank bane,1 But lordly stalks, While caps and bonnets aff are taen, 'O Thou, wha gies us each good gift! Then turn me, if Thou please, adrift, Wi' cits nor lairds I wadna shift, Were this the charter of our state- But, thanks to Heav'n! that's no the gate For thus the royal mandate ran, 'Tis he fulfils great Nature's plan, O mandate glorious and divine! While sordid sons of Mammon's line Are dark as night. Tho' here they scrape, an' squeeze, an' growl, Their worthless nievefu'd of a soul May in some future carcase howl, The forest's fright; Or in some day-detesting owl, May shun the light. Remedy, c The way. d Handful. Then may Lapraik and Burns arise, Still closer knit in friendship's ties Each passing year! TO THE SAME. Sept. 13th, 1785. GUID speed an' furder to you Johnie, Guid health, hale han's, an' weather bonnie; May ye ne'er want a stoops o' brany May Boreas never thresh your rigs, But may the tapmast gram that wags I'm bizzie1 too, an' skelpin'k at it, An' took my jocteleg1 an' whattm it, It's now twa month that I'm your debtor, On holy men, While deil a hair yoursel ye 're better, Dexterous. e Cutting. g Jug or dish with a handle. h Scars or gulfs in mosses. A Driving or pressing forward. m To polish by cutting. |