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VERSES,
(illegible text)oned by seeing two men sawing timber, in the open
- field, in defiance of a furious storm.
Friends, for G—dsake! quat your wark,
Think to war a wind sae stark;
Saw-pit stoops, like wands, are shaking,
Every planks and deals 'are quaking;
(illegible text)e tempting Providence, I swear,
aise your graith sae madly here.
now ye’re gone!-Anither blast
that, and a’ your sawing’s past!
e down, ye Sinner! grip the Saw
death, or, troth, ye’ll be awa’.
aa, ye'll saw, thobail and sleet
the owre your breast, and freeze your feet.
how it roars, and cings tho bells;
Carts are tum’ling round themsel’s;
tile and thack, and turf up-whirls;
yon brick lum!—down, down it hurls
wha’s you staggering owre the brae,
(illegible text)ath a lade o’ bottl’d strae;
(illegible text)the he will, poor luckless b—h!
(illegible text)strae and him’s baith in the ditch.
