a dedication
to gav hailton, esq
expect na, sir, this narration,
a fleech, fleth&039;r dedication,
to roose you up, an&039; ca&039; you guid,
an&039; sprung o&039; great an&039; noble bid,
becae ye&039;re surna&039;d like his grace—
perhaps reted to the race:
then, when i&039; tir&039;d—and sae are ye,
wi&039; ony a ful, sfu&039; lie,
set up a face how i s short,
for fear your odesty be hurt
this ay do—aun do, sir, wi&039; the wha
aun please the great folk for a wafou;
for ! sae igh i need na bow,
for, lord be thankit, i can plough;
and when i downa yoke a naig,
then, lord be thankit, i can beg;
sae i shall say—an&039; that&039;s nae ftt&039;r—
it&039;s jt sic poet an&039; sic patron
the poet, guid anl help hi,
or else, i fear, ill ane skelp hi!
he ay do weel for a&039; he&039;s done yet,
but only—he&039;s no jt begun yet
the patron (sir, ye aun fie ;
i na lie, e what will o&039; ),
on ev&039;ry hand it will allow&039;d be,
he&039;s jt—nae better than he should be
i readily and freely grant,
he downa see a poor an want;
what&039;s no his a, he na tak it;
what ance he says, he na break it;
ought he can lend he&039;ll no ref&039;t,
till aft his guidness is ab&039;d;
and rascals whiles that do hi wrang,
ev&039;n that, he does na d it ng;
as aster, ndlord, hband, father,
he does na fail his part either
but then, nae thanks to hi for a&039;that;
nae godly sypto ye can ca&039; that;
it&039;s naethg but a ilder feature
of our poor, sfu&039; rrupt nature:
ye&039;ll t the best o&039; oral works,
&039;ang bck ntoos, and pagan turks,
or hunters wild on ponotaxi,
wha never heard of orthodoxy
that he&039;s the poor an&039;s friend need,
the ntlean
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