Epistle To J. Lapraik, An Old Scottish B（1 / 5）

  epistle to j. lapraik, an old scottish bard
  april 1, 1785
  while briers an' woodbines budding green,
  an' paitricks scraichin loud at e'en,
  an' morning poussie whiddin seen,
  inspire my muse,
  this freedom, in an unknown frien',
  i pray excuse.
  on fasten—e'en we had a rockin,
  to ca' the crack and weave our stockin;
  and there was muckle fun and jokin,
  ye need na doubt;
  at length we had a hearty yokin
  at sang about.
  there was ae sang, amang the rest,
  aboon them a' it pleas'd me best,
  that some kind husband had addrest
  to some sweet wife;
  it thirl'd the heart-strings thro' the breast,
  a' to the life.
  i've scarce heard ought describ'd sae weel,
  what gen'rous, manly bosoms feel;
  thought i “can this be pope, or steele,
  or beattie's wark?”
  they tauld me 'twas an odd kind chiel
  about muirkirk.
  it pat me fidgin-fain to hear't,
  an' sae about him there i speir't;
  then a' that kent him round declar'd
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