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Scotland, my auld respected Mither,
Tho' whyles ye moistify your leather,
Till whare yet sit on scraps o' heather,
Ye tine your dam,
Freedom and Whisky gang thegither,
Tak aff your dram.
Tho' whyles ye moistify your leather,
Till whare yet sit on scraps o' heather,
Ye tine your dam,
Freedom and Whisky gang thegither,
Tak aff your dram.
THE INVENTORY,
In answer to a Mandate by a Suryor of the Taxes.
Sir, as your Mandate did request,
I send you here a faithfu' list,
My horses, servants, carts, and graith,
To which I'm free to tak my aith.
Imprimis, then, for carriage-cattle,
I hae four brutes a' gallant mettle,
As ever drew before a pettle.
My hand-afore[1], a gude auld has-been,
And wight and wilfu' a' his days seen:
My hand-a-hin[2], a gude brown fillie,
Wha aft has borne me hame frae Killie[3],
And your auld borough, monie a time,
In days when riding was nae crime:
My fur-a-hin[4], a gude grey beast,
As e'er in tug or tow was trac'd.
I send you here a faithfu' list,
My horses, servants, carts, and graith,
To which I'm free to tak my aith.
Imprimis, then, for carriage-cattle,
I hae four brutes a' gallant mettle,
As ever drew before a pettle.
My hand-afore[1], a gude auld has-been,
And wight and wilfu' a' his days seen:
My hand-a-hin[2], a gude brown fillie,
Wha aft has borne me hame frae Killie[3],
And your auld borough, monie a time,
In days when riding was nae crime:
My fur-a-hin[4], a gude grey beast,
As e'er in tug or tow was trac'd.