To Mr. M’Adam, Of Craigen-Gillan
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