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For G-dsake, Sirs, then speak her fair!
And straik her canie wi' the hair,
And to the muckle house repair
Wi' instant speed,
And strive wi' a' your wit and lear
To get remead.
And straik her canie wi' the hair,
And to the muckle house repair
Wi' instant speed,
And strive wi' a' your wit and lear
To get remead.
Yon ill-tongu'd tinker, Charlie Fox,
May taunt you wi' his jeers and mocks,
But gie him't het, my hearty cocks,
E'en cowe the caddie,
And send him to his dicing-box,
And sporting-lady.
May taunt you wi' his jeers and mocks,
But gie him't het, my hearty cocks,
E'en cowe the caddie,
And send him to his dicing-box,
And sporting-lady.
Tell yon gude blude o' auld Boconnock's,
I'll be in's debt twa mashlum bannocks,
And drink his health in auld Nanse Tinnocks[1]
Nine times a-week,
If he some scheme like tea and winnocks,
Wad kindly seek.
I'll be in's debt twa mashlum bannocks,
And drink his health in auld Nanse Tinnocks[1]
Nine times a-week,
If he some scheme like tea and winnocks,
Wad kindly seek.
Could be some commutation broach,
I'll pledge my aith in gude braid Scotch,
He needna tear their foul reproach
Nor erudition,
Yon mixtie-maxtie, queer hotch-potch,
The Coalition.
I'll pledge my aith in gude braid Scotch,
He needna tear their foul reproach
Nor erudition,
Yon mixtie-maxtie, queer hotch-potch,
The Coalition.
- ↑ A worthy old Hostess of the Author's in Mauchlin, where he sometimes studied Politics over a glass of gude auld Scotch Drink.
