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Reader, attend-whether thy soul Soars fancy's flights beyond the pole, Or darkling grubs this earthly hole,
In low pursuit ; Know, prudent, cautious, self-controul,
Is Wisdom's roof.
Late Captain Grose's PERIGRINATIONS thro'
SCOTLAND, collecting the ANTIQUITIES of that KINGDOM.
HEAR, Land o’Cakes, and brither Scots,
I rede you tent it :
And, faith, he'll prent it.
chance to light Upon a fine, fat, fodgel wight,
O'stature short, but genius bright,
That's he, mark weel And wow ! he has an unco flight
O'cauk and keel.
By some auld, houlet-haunted, biggin *,
Some eldritch part,
At some black art.
Ilk ghaist that haunts auld ha' or chamer,
Warlocks and witches;
* Vide liis Antiquities of Scotland,
It's tauld he was a fodger bred, And ane wad rather fa'n than fled; But now he's quat the spurtle-blade,
And dog-skin wallet, And taen the Antiquarian trade,
I think they call it.
He has a fouth o' auld nick-nackets : Rusty airn caps and jinglin jackets *, Wad haud the Lothians three in tackets,
A towmont gude; And parritch-pats, and auld faut-backets,
Before the Flood.
Of Eve's first fire he has a cinder ; Auld Tubalcain's fire-fhool and fender;
* Vide his treatise on ancient armour and weapons.
That which distinguished the gender
O' Balaam's ass; A broom-stick o'the witch of Endor,
Weel shod wi' brass.
Forbye, he'll shape you aff fu' gleg
He'll prove you fully,
Or lang-kail gullie.
But wad ye see him in his glee,
3 And port, O port! shine thou a wee,
And then ye'll see him !