Dalrymple has been lang our fae, That aft hae made us black and blae, Auld Wodrow lang has hatched mischief, Ane to succeed him, A chield wha'll soundly buff our beef; And mony a ane that I could tell, I doubt he's but a grey-nick quill, Oh a' ye flocks o'er a' the hills, By mosses, meadows, moors, and fells, And get the brutes the powers themsels Then Orthodoxy yet may prance, foe much woe both oft, bluc one fellow, thrash many besides anmasculine halter And that fell cur ca'd Common Sense, Ironio satire, sidelins sklented On my poor Musie; Though in sic phrasin' terms ye've penned it, I scarce excuse ye. My senses wad be in a creel, Should I but dare a hope to speel, Wi' Allan or wi' Gilbertfield, Or Fergusson, the writer chiel, (Oh, Fergusson! thy glorious parts Ill suited law's dry musty arts! MY BAN upon your whunstane hearts, The tythe o' what ye waste at cartes Yet when a tale comes i' my head, As whiles they're like to be my deid, I kittle up my rustic reed; It gies me ease. Auld Coila now may fidge fu' fain, She's gotten poets o' her ain, Chiels wha their chanters winna hain, But tune their lays, Till echoes a' resound again Her weel-sung praise. Nae poet thought her worth his while, Beside New Holland, Or whare wild-meeting oceans boil Ramsay and famous Fergusson While Irwin, Lugar, Ayr, and Doon, Th' Illissus, Tiber, Thames, and Seine, But, Willie, set your fit to mine, And cock your crest, We'll gar our streams and burnies shine We'll sing auld Coila's plains and fells, sidelong directed cajoling basket youth whinstone Edinburgh cards filled give, rive deatl excite Are hoary gray: Or blinding drifts wild furious flee, Darkening the day! O Nature a' thy shows and forms Or winter howls, in gusty storms, The Muse, nae poet ever fand her, O sweet to stray, and pensive ponder The warly race may drudge and drive, Let me fair Nature's face descrive, And I, wi' pleasure, Shall let the busy grumbling hive Fareweel, "my rhyme-composing brither!" bore the bell fellows walking in blood meadows linnets dove coos no, found worldly jostle, push describe buzz over brother We've been owre lang unkenn'd to ither: too, unknown, each Now let us lay our heads thegither, In love fraternal; May Envy wallop in a tether, Black fiend internal ! * Nimble frisking movements of the hars [other quiver, halter |