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While recollection's pow'r is given,
If, in the vale of humble life,
The victim fad of Fortune's ftrife,
I, thro’ the tender gushing tear,
Should recognize my Master dear,
If friendless, low, we meet together,
Then, Sir, your hand,-my Friend and Bro-



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On seeing one on a Lady's Bonnet at Church.

HA! whare ye gaun, ye crowlin ferlie!
Your impudence protects you fairly :
I canna say but ye strunt rarely,

Owre gauze and lace ;
Tho' faith, I fear, ye dine but fparely
On fic a place.


Ye ugly, creepin, blaftit wonner,
Detested, Thunn'd by faunt an' finner,
How dare ye



Sae fine a Lady!
Gae fomewhere else and seek your dinner,

On some poor body.

upon her,

Swith, in some beggar's haffet fquattle; There ye may creep, and sprawl, and fpratile Wi' ither kindred, jumping cattle,

In fhoals and nations ; Whare born nor bane ne'er dare unsettle

Your thick plantations.

Now haud you there, ye're out o' fight,
Below the fatt'rils, snug an' tight;
Na, faith ye yet ! ye'll no be right , ,

Till ye've got on it,
The vera tapmost, tow’ring height

O' Miss's bonnet,


nose out,

My footh ! right bauld ye


your As plump and gray as onie grozet; O for some rank, mercurial rozet,

Or fell, red smeddum, I'd gie you fic a hearty doze o't,

Wad dress your droddum!

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I wad na been surpris'd to spy You on an auld wife's flainen toy ; Or aiblins some bit duddie boy,

On's wyliecoat; But Miss's fine Lunardi! fie,

How daur ye do't !

0, Jenny, dinna toss your head, An' set your beauties a' abread! Ye little ken what cursed speed

The blastie's makin ! Thae winks and finger-ends, I dread,

Are notice takin!

O wad some Pow'r the giftie gie us
To see ourselves as others see us !
It wad frae monie a blunder free us

And foolish notion :

What airs in dress an' gait wad lea'e us,

And ev'n Devotion !


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