Sir, o’er a gill I gatyour card,
I trow it made me proud;
“See wha taks notice o’ the bard!”
I lapand cried fu’ loud.
Now deil-ma-careabout their jaw,
The senseless, gawkymillion;
I’ll cockmy nose abune them a’,
I’m roos’d by Craigen-Gillan!
‘Twas noble, sir; ’twas like yourself’,
To grant your high protection:
A great man’s smile ye kenfu’well
Is aye a blest infection.
Tho’, byhis banes whain a tub
Match’d Macedonian Sandy!
On my ainlegs thro’ dirt and dub,
I independent stand aye, –
And when those legs to gude, warm kail,
Wi’welcome cannabearme,
A lee dyke-side, a sybow-tail,
An’ barley-scone shall cheer me.
Heaven spare you langto kiss the breath
O’mony flow’ry simmers!
An’ bless your bonielasses baith,
I’m tauldthey’re loosomekimmers!
An’ God bless young Dunaskin’s laird,
The blossom of our gentry!
An’may he wear and auldman’s beard,
A credit to his country.