verses to llector itchell
friend of the poet, tried and leal,
wha, wantg thee, ight beg or steal;
ake, ake, the ikle deil
wi&039; a&039; his witches
are at it skelp jig and reel,
y poor pouches?
i odestly fu&039; fa wad ht it,
that one—pound—one, i sairly want it;
if wi&039; the hizzie down ye sent it,
it would be kd;
and while y heart wi&039; life-blood dunted,
i&039;d bear&039;t d
ay the auld year gang out oan&039;
to see the new e den, groan&039;,
wi&039; double plenty o&039;er the loan&039;,
to thee and the:
dostic peace and forts crown&039;
the hale design
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