for ony a day
for you, right rev&039;rend osnaburg,
nane sets the wn-sleeve sweeter,
altho&039; a ribbon at your g
wad been a dress pleter:
as ye diwn yon paughty dog,
that bears the keys of peter,
then swith! an&039; t a wife to hug,
or trowth, ye&039;ll sta the itre
ckless day!
young, royal tarry-breeks, i learn,
ye&039;ve tely e athwart her—
a glorio galley, ste and stern,
weel rigg&039;d for ven&039; barter;
but first hang out, that she&039;ll discern,
your hyneal charter;
then heave aboard your grapple airn,
an&039; r upon her arter,
e full that day
ye, stly, bonie bloss a&039;,
ye royal sses daty,
heav&039;n ak you guid as well as braw,
an&039; gie you ds a-plenty!
but sneer na british boys awa!
for kgs are un scant aye,
an&039; ran ntles are but sa&039;,
they&039;re better jt than want aye
on ony day
gad bless you a&039;! nsider now,
ye&039;re un uckle dautit;
but ere the urse o&039; life be through,
it ay be bitter sautit:
an&039; i hae seen their ggie fou,
that yet hae tarrow&039;t at it
but or the day was done, i trow,
the gn they hae cutit
fu&039; clean that day
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