Shakespeare.--R. B.]
[Footnote 4: Alluding to the newspaper account of a certain
Royal sailor's amour.--R. B. This was Prince William Henry,
third son of George III, afterward King William IV.]
Gad bless you a'! consider now,
Ye're unco muckle dautit;
But ere the course o' life be through,
It may be bitter sautit:
An' I hae seen their coggie fou,
That yet hae tarrow't at it.
But or the day was done, I trow,
The laggen they hae clautit
Fu' clean that day.
A Dedication
To Gavin Hamilton, Esq.
Expect na, sir, in this narration,
A fleechin, fleth'rin Dedication,
To roose you up, an' ca' you guid,
An' sprung o' great an' noble bluid,
Because ye're surnam'd like His Grace--
Perhaps related to the race:
Then, when I'm tir'd--and sae are ye,
Wi' mony a fulsome, sinfu' lie,
Set up a face how I stop short,
For fear your modesty be hurt.
This may do--maun do, sir, wi' them wha
Maun please the great folk for a wamefou;
For me! sae laigh 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' that's nae flatt'rin--
It's just sic Poet an' sic Patron.
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