Sir, o'er a gill I gat your card,
I trow it made me proud;
"See wha taks notice o the Bard!"
I lap, and cry'd fu loud.
Now deil-ma-care about their jaw,
The senseless, gawky million!
I'll cock my nose abune them a',
I'm roos'd by Craigen-Gillan!
'Twas noble, sir;-'twas like yoursel,
To grant your high protection:
A great man's smile, ye ken fu well
Is ay a blest infection.
Tho, by his banes wha in a tub
Match'd Macedonian Sandy!
On my ain legs thro dirt and dub,
I independent stand ay;
And when those legs to gude warm kail,
Wi welcome canna bear me,
A lee dyke-side, a sybow-tail,
An barley-scone shall cheer me.
Heaven spare you lang to kiss the breath
O monie flow'ry simmers,
An bless your bonie lasses baith,
(I'm tauld they're loosome kimmers!)
An God bless young Dunaskin's laird,
The blossom of our gentry,
An may he wear and auld man's beard,
A credit to his country!
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