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Gie me ae spark o’ Nature's fire, That's a’ the learning I desire ; Then though I drudge thro' dub an' mire
At pleugh or cart, My Muse, though hamely in attire,
May touch the heart.
O for a spunk o' Allan's glee,
If I can hit it!
If I could get it.
Now, Sir, if
hae friends enow, Tho' real friends, I b’lieve are few, Yet, if your catalogue be fou,
l’se no infift, But gif ye want ae friend that's true,
I'm on your lift.
I winna blaw about mysel ;
They sometimes roose me; Tho' I maun own, as monie still
As far abuse me.
There's ae wee faut they whiles lay to me, I like the lasses-Gude forgie me! For monie a plack they wheedle frae me,
At dance or fair; Maybe some ither thing they gie me
They weel can spare.
But Mauchline Race, or Mauchline Fair, I should be proud to meet you there ; We're gie ae night's discharge to care,
If we forgather, An' hae a swap o'rhymin-ware
The four.gill chap, we'le gar him clatter, An' kirsen him wi' reekin water; Syne we'll fit down an' tak our whitter,
To chear our heart; An' faith, we'fe be acquainted better
Before we part.
Awa ye selfish warly race,
Nor hear your crack.
But ye whom social pleasure charms, Whose hearts the tide of kindness warms, Who hold your being on the terms,
• Each aid the others,' Come to my bowl, come to my arms, My friends, my brothers!
But, to conclude my lang epiftle,
Who am, moft fervent, While I can either fing, or whissle,
Your friend and servant.