While o'er the Harp pale Mis'ry moans, Still louder fhrieks, and heavier groans! Your pardon, Sir, for this digreffion, But when Divinity comes cross me, So, Sir, you fee 'twas nae daft vapour, I thought them fomething like yoursel. Then patronize them wi' your favour, And your petitioner fhall ever I had amaist faid, ever pray, But that's a word I need na say : For For prayin I hae little skill o't; I'm baith dead-fweer, an' wretched ill o't; May ne'er Misfortune's gowling bark, 'Howl thro' the dwelling o' the Clerk! May ne'er his gen'rous, honeft heart, For that fame gen'rous fpirit fmart! • May K******'s far-honoured name 'Lang beet his hymeneal flame, • Till H*******s, at least, a dizen, Are frae their nuptial labours rifen: Five bonnie Laffes round their table, 'And seven braw Fellows, ftout an' able, To ferve their King and Country weel, By word, or pen, or pointed fteel ! May Health and Peace, with mutual rays, 'Shine on the ev'ning o' his days; E 4 • Till • Till his wee, curlie John's ier-oe, I will not wind a lang conclufion, But whilft your wishes and endeavours, But if (which Pow'rs above prevent) That iron-hearted carl, Want, Attended in his grim advances, By fad mistakes, and black mifchances, While hopes, and joys, and pleasures fly him, Make you as poor a dog as I am, Your humble fervant then no more; For who would humbly serve the Poor! |