Verses To Collector Mitchell
Verses To Collector Mitchell
Friend of the Poet, tried and leal,
Wha, wanting thee, might beg or steal;
Alake, alake, the meikle deil
Wi' a' his witches
Are at it skelpin jig and reel,
In my poor pouches?
I modestly fu' fain wad hint it,
That One—pound—one, I sairly want it;
If wi' the hizzie down ye sent it,
It would be kind;
And while my heart wi' life-blood dunted,
I'd bear't in mind.
So may the Auld year gang out moanin'
To see the New e laden, groanin',
Wi' double plenty o'er the loanin',
To thee and thine:
Domestic peace and forts crownin'
The hale design.
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