he atter?
whene&039;er y e does on gnce,
i jgle at her
your critic-folk ay ck their nose,
and say, “how can you e&039;er propose,
you wha ken hardly verse frae prose,
to ak a sang?”
but, by your leaves, y learned foes,
ye&039;re aybe wrang
what&039;s a&039; your jargon o&039; your schools—
your t nas for horns an&039; stools?
if honest nature ade you fools,
what sairs your graars?
ye&039;d better taen up spades and shools,
or knapp-hars
a set o&039; dull, nceited hashes
nfe their bras lle csses!
they gang stirks, and e out asses,
p truth to speak;
an&039; syne they thk to clib parnass
by dt o&039; greek!
gie ae spark o&039; nature&039;s fire,
that&039;s a&039; the learng i desire;
then tho&039; i drud thro&039; dub an&039; ire
at pleugh or cart,
y e, tho&039; haly attire,
ay touch the heart
o for a spunk o&039; aln&039;s glee,
or fergn&039;s the bauld an&039; slee,
or bright praik&039;s, y friend to be,
if i can hit it!
that would be lear eneugh for ,
if i uld t it
now, sir, if ye hae friends enow,
tho&039; real friends, i b&039;lieve, are few;
yet, if your catalogue be fu&039;,
i&039;se no sist:
but, gif ye want ae friend that&039;s true,
i&039; on your list
i na bw about ysel,
as ill i like y fauts to tell;
but friends, an&039; folk that wish well,
they tis roose ;
tho&039; i aun own, as ony still
as far abe
there&039;s ae wee faut they whiles y to ,
i like the sses—gude fie !
for ony a pck they wheedle frae
at dance or fair;
aybe ither thg they gie ,
they weel can spare
but auchle race, or auchle fair,
i should be proud to et you there;
we&039;se gie ae night&039;s dischar to care,
if
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