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VIIL
Adieu, my Liege! may Freedom geck

Beneath your high protection ;
An' may ye rax Corruption's neck,

And gie her for diffection!
But fin' I'm here, Il no neglect,

In royal, true affection,
To pay your Queen, with due respect,
My fealty an' subjection

This great Birth-day.

IX. Hail, Majesty moft Excellent !

While Nobles strive to please Ye,
Will Ye accept a compliment

A simple Bardie gies Ye?
Thae bonny Bairntime Heav'n bas lent,

Still higher may they heeze Ye
In bliss, till Fate fome day is fent
For ever to release Ye

Frae care that day.

X.
For you, young Potentate o W-

I tell your Highness fairly,
Down Pleasure's stream, wi? swelling fails,

Im tauld ye're driving rarely!
But some day ye may kna your nails,

An'curse your folly fairly,
That e'er ye brak Diana's pales,
Or, rattl'd dice wi' Charlie

By night or day.

XI.
Yet aft a ragged Cowt's been known

To make a nobler Aiver ;
Sae ye may doucely fill a throne,

For a' their clish-ma-claver:
There Him * at Agincourt wha fhone,

Few better were or braver ;
And yet, wi' funny, queer Sir John t
He was an unco shaver,

For monie a day:

XII.
For you, right rev’red 0 - -89

Nane sets the lawn Meetie sweeter,
Altho' a ribban at your lug

W'ad been a dress completer: As ye disown yon paughty dog

That bears the keys o' Peter, Then, swith! an get a

ife to hug, Or, troth! yell itain the Mitre

Some luckless day.

XIII.
Young, royal Tarry-Breeks, I learn,

Ye've lately come athwart her;
A glorious Galley ş, tem and stern,

Weel rigg'd for Venus' barter;
But first hang out, that she'll discern,

* King Henry.
+ Sir John Falstaff. Sze Shakespeare.

§ Alluding to the News-paper account of a ce:tain Royal Sailor's

s amour.

Your hymeneal charter,
Then heave aboard your grapple airn,
An' large upo her quarter

Come full that day.

XIV.
Ye, lastly, bonny blossoms a'

Ye royal lases dainty, :
Heav'n mak you guid as weel as braw,

An' gie you-lads a-plenty :
But sneer na British boys awa', ,

For Kings are unco scant ay ;
An' German Geniles are but sma', -
They're better just than want ay

On onie day.

XV.
God bless you a’! consider now

Ye're unco muckle dautet;
But 'ere the course o' life be througl, ,
It
may

be better fauted:
An' I hae seen their cogie fou,
That
yet

hae tårrow't at it; But or the day was done, I trow, The laggen they hae clautet

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The Sun had clos'd the winter day,

, The Curlers quat their roaring play,. An' hunger'd Maukin, ta'en her way

To kail-yards green, While faithless snaws ilk step betray

Whare she has been.,

The Thresher's weary flinging-tree.
The lee-lang day had tired me ;
And when the day had clos'd his e'e

Far i' the West,
Ben i' the Spence, right penfivelie,

I gaed to rest.

There, lanely, by the ingle check,
I fat and ey'd the spewing reck,
That fill'd, wi hoaft provoking fmeek,

The auld clay biggin,
And heard the restless rattons squeak

About the riggin.

* Duan, a term of owian's for the different divisions of a digreffive Puern. See his Cath. Loda, vol. 2, of Mo Pherson's Tra..ilation

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All in this motty, milty clime
I backward mured on waftet time,
How I had spent my youthfu? prime,

An' done nae-thing. But stringin blethers up in rhyme

For fools to sing?

Had I to guid advice but harkit,
I might, by this, hae led a market,
Or strutted in a Bank, and clarkit.

My cash account: While here, half-mad, half-fed, half-farkit,

Is a' th' amount.

I started, mutt'ring, blocklead ! coof!
And heav'd on high my waukit loof,
To swear by a' yon itarry roof,

Or some rash aith, That I henceforth would be rhyme-proof

Till
my

last breath

When click !' the string the snick did draw,
And jee! the door gaed to the wa';
And by my ingle-lowe I saw,

Now bleezin bright, A tiglit outlandish Hizzie, braw,

Come full in sight.

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