1 Corps. Lament him a' ye rantin core,' For now he's taen anither shore, An' owre the seal The bonnie lasses weel may wiss him, For weel I wat they'll sairly miss him O Fortune, they hae room to grumble! But he was gleg as ony wumble," That's owre the sea! Auld, cantie Kyle' may weepers wear, He was her Laureat monie a year, That's owre the sea! He saw misfortune's cauld Nor-west Ill may she be! So, took a berth afore the mast, An' owre the sea. To tremble under Fortune's cummock, So, row't12 his hurdies in a hammock, He ne'er was gi'en to great misguiding, The Muse was a' that he took pride in, 4 Fuss. Sharp. A wimble 11 Meal and water. 12 Wrapped. TO A HAGGIS. Jamaica bodies, use him weel, He wad na wrang'd the vera deil, That's owre the sea. Fareweel, my rhyme-composing billie! Now bonnilie! I'll toast ye in my hindmost gillie," 113 Painch, tripe, or thairm; Weel are ye wordy o' a grace As lang's my arm. The groaning trencher there ye fill, While thro' your pores the dews distil His knife see rustic Labour dight," Trenching your gushing entrails bright Like onie ditch; And then, O what a glorious sight, Warm-reekin, rich! Then, horn for horn they stretch an' strive, Are bent like drums; Then auld guidman, maist like to rive, 1 Cover. 9 Diminutive of gill. 2 Shelter. A dish which is only known or relished in Scotland. It is said to be composed of minced mutton, oatmeal, and suet; but a Southron reader will not desire a particular receipt. Small entrails. 6 Wipe. ' Swelled. 8 Stomachs. • Burst. Is there that o'er his French ragout, Or fricassee wad mak her spew Wi' perfect sconner, 2 Looks down wi' sneering, scornfu' view On sic a dinner! Poor devil! see him owre his trash, Thro' bloody flood or field to dash, But mark the rustic, haggis-fed, He'll mak it whissle; An' legs, an' arms, an' heads will sned,' Ye pow'rs wha mak mankind your care, But, if ye wish her gratefu' prayer, Gie her a Haggis. ▲ DEDICATION TO GAVIN HAMILTON, ESQ. EXPECT na, Sir, in this narration 9 A fleechin, fleth'rin" Dedication, Because ye're surnam'd like His Grace, Perhaps related to the race; Then when I'm tir'd-and sae are ye, Wi' mony a fulsome, sinfu' lie, Set up a face, how I stop short For fear your modesty be hurt. 1 Surfeit. This may do-maun do, Sir, wi' them wha For, Lord be thankit, I can plough; 2 Loathing. • Large. 7 Lop. ⚫ Supplicating. 1 Home. A DEDICATION. And when I downa yoke a naig,' The Poet, some guid angel help him, The Patron (Sir, ye maun forgie me, And rascals whyles that do him wrang, But then, nae thanks to him for a' that; That's he's the poor man's friend in need, It's no thro' terror of damnation; Morality, thou deadly bane, Thy tens o' thousands thou hast slain! No-stretch a point to catch a plack," But point the rake that taks the door; 115 • Window. Be to the poor like onie whunstane,' Nae matter, stick to sound believing. Learn three-mile pray'rs, and half-mile graces, O ye wha leave the springs of Calvin, Ye'll some day squeel in quaking terror! Your pardon, Sir, for this digression, So, Sir, ye see 'twas nae daft vapour, Then patronize them wi' your favour, I had amaist said, ever pray: But that's a word I need na say: For prayin I hae little skill o't; 5 I'm baith dead-sweer, an' wretched ill o't; "May ne'er misfortune's gowling bark ¡Whinstone. 2 Hands. Muddy. Ponds. Extremely aversa • of it. |