send epistle to j praik
april 21, 1785
while new-ca&039;d kye rowte at the stake
an&039; pownies reek pleugh or braik,
this hour on e&039;en&039;s ed i take,
to own i&039; debtor
to honest-hearted, auld praik,
for his kd letter
forjesket sair, with weary legs,
rattl the rn out-owre the rigs,
or dealg thro&039; aang the naigs
their ten-hours&039; bite,
y awkart e sair pleads and begs
i would na write
the tapetless, rafeezl&039;d hizzie,
she&039;s saft at best an&039; thg zy:
o&039; she, “ye ken we&039;ve been sae by
this onth an&039; air,
that trowth, y head is grown right dizzie,
an&039; thg sair”
her dowff exces pat ad;
“nscience,” says i, “ye thowless jade!
i&039;ll write, an&039; that a hearty bud,
this vera night;
dna ye affront your trade,
but rhy it right
“shall bauld praik, the kg o&039; hearts,
tho&039; ankd were a pack o&039; cartes,
roose you sae weel for your deserts,
ters sae friendly;
yet ye&039;ll neglect to shaw your parts
an&039; thank hi kdly?”
sae i gat paper a blk,
an&039; down gaed stupie the k:
h i, “before i sleep a k,
i vow i&039;ll close it;
an&039; if ye na ak it clk,
by jove, i&039;ll prose it!”
sae i&039;ve begun to scrawl, but whether
rhy, or prose, or baith thegither;
or hotch-potch that&039;s rightly neither,
let ti ak proof;
but i shall scribble down blether
jt clean aff-loof
y worthy friend, ne&039;er grud an&039; carp,
tho&039; fortune e you hard an&039; sharp;
e, kittle up your oornd harp
wi&039; glee touch!
ne&039;er d how fortune waft and warp;
she&039;s but a bitch
she &039;s gien ony a jirt an&039; fleg,
s&039; i uld striddle owre a rig;
but, by the lord, tho&0
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