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Now comes the sax an' twentieth simmer
Frae year to year ;
I, Rob, am here.
Do ye envy the city Gent,
And muckle wame,
A Bailie's name?
Or is't the paughty, feudal Thane,
But lordly stalks,
As by he walks?
• O Thou wha gies us each guid gift!
Thro' Scotland wide;
In a' their pride!
Were this the charter of our state,
We learn our creed.
For thus the royal mandate ran, When first the human ace began, • The social, friendly, honest man,
Whate'er he be, 'Tis he fulfils great Nature's plan,
An' none but he !
O mandate glorious and divine !
In glorious light,
Are dark as night.
Tho' here they scrape, an’ squeeze, an' growl,
The forest's fright;
May shun the light.
Then may Lapraik and Burns arise,
In some mild sphere,
Each passing year!
TO WILLIAM SIMPSON,
An' unco vain,
Your flatterin strain.
But I'se believe ye kindly meant it,
On my poor Musie;
I scarce excuse ye.
My senses wad be in a creel,
The braes o' fame;
A deathless name!
(O Furgusson! thy glorious parts
Ye Enbrugh Gentry!
Wad stow'd his pantry!)
Yet when a tale comes i' my head,
(O sad disease!) I kittle up my rustic reed;
It gies me ease.
Auld Coila now may fidge fu' fain,
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 an' famous Fergusson
Owre Scotland rings, While Irwin, Lugar, Ayr, an' Doon,
Nae body sings.
Th’ Ilissus, Tiber, Thames, an' Seine,
An' cock your crest, We'll gar our streams an' burnies shine
Up wi' the best.
We'll sing auld Coila's plains an' fells,
Where glorious Wallace Aft bure the gree, as story tells,
Frae southron billies.
At Wallace' name what Scottish blood
By Wallace' side,
Or glorious dy'd.
0, sweet are Coila's haughs an’ woods, When lintwhites chant amang the buds, And jinkin hares, in amorous whids,
Their loves enjoy, While thro’ the braes the cushat croods
Wi' wailfu' cry!
Ev'n winter bleak has charms to me
Are hoary gray;
Dark’ning the day!
O Nature! a' thy shews an' forms
Wi’ life an’ light,
The lang dark night!