Epistle To J. Lapraik, An Old Scottish Bard
While briers an' woodbines budding green, An' paitricks scraichinloud at e'en, An' morning poussiewhiddinseen, Inspire my muse, This freedom, in an unknown frien', I pray excuse. On Fasten-e'enwe had a rockin, To ca'the crackand weave our stockin; And there was mucklefun and jokin, Ye need nadoubt; At length we had a hearty yokin At sang