ISBN: 9781231062616

RareBooksClub.com. Paperback. New. This item is printed on demand. Paperback. 86 pages. Dimensions: 9.7in. x 7.4in. x 0.2in.This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. … Plus…

RareBooksClub.com. Paperback. New. This item is printed on demand. Paperback. 86 pages. Dimensions: 9.7in. x 7.4in. x 0.2in.This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1834 Excerpt: . . . kittle kimmer, I, Rob, am here. Do ye envy the city Gent, Behint a kist to lie and sklent, Or purse-proud, big wi cent, per cent. And muckle wame, In some bit brugh to represent A Bailies name Or ist the paughty, feudal Thane, Wi ruffld sark and glancing cane, Wha thinks himsel nae sheep-shank bane, But lordly stalks, While caps and bonnets aff are taen, As by he walks 0 Thou wha gies us each guid gift! Gie me o wit and sense a lift, Then turn me, if Thou please, adrift Thro Scotland wide; Wi cits nor lairds I wadna shift, In a their pride! Were this the charter of our state, On pain o hell be rich and great, Damnation then would be our fate, Beyond remead; But, thanks to Heavn! thats no the gate We learn our creed. For thus the royal mandate ran, When first the human race began, The social, friendly, honest man, Whateer he be, Tis he fulfils great Natures plan, And none but he! O mandate glorious and divine! The ragged followers of the Nine, Poor, thoughtless devils! yet may shine In glorious light, While sordid sons of Mammons line Are dark as night. Tho here they scrape, and squeeze, and growl, Their worthless nievefu of a soul May in some future carcase howl The forests fright; Or in some day-detesting owl May shun the light. Then may Lapraik and Burns arise, To reach their native, kindred skies, And sing their pleasures, hopes, and joys, In some mild sphere, Still closer knit in friendships ties, Each passing year! TO THE SAME. SEPT. 13th, 1785. Guid speed and furder to you Johny, Guid health, hale bans, and weather bonny; Now when yere nickan down fu canny The staff o bread, May ye neer want a stoup o brany To clear your head. May Boreas never thresh your rigs, Nor kick your rickles aff. . . This item ships from La Vergne,TN., RareBooksClub.com<