Second Epistle To J. Lapraik（1 / 4）
second epistle to j. lapraik
april 21, 1785
while new-ca'd kye rowte at the stake
an' pownies reek in pleugh or braik,
this hour on e'enin's edge i take,
to own i'm debtor
to honest-hearted, auld lapraik,
for his kind letter.
forjesket sair, with weary legs,
rattlin the corn out-owre the rigs,
or dealing thro' amang the naigs
their ten-hours' bite,
my awkart muse sair pleads and begs
i would na write.
the tapetless, ramfeezl'd hizzie,
she's saft at best an' something lazy:
quo' she, “ye ken we've been sae busy
this month an' mair,
that trowth, my head is grown right dizzie,
an' something sair.”
her dowff excuses pat me mad;
“conscience,” says i, “ye thowless jade!
i'll write, an' that a hearty blaud,
this vera night;
so dinna ye affront your trade,
but rhyme it right.
“shall bauld lapraik, the king o' hearts,
tho' mankind were a pack o' cartes,
roose you sae weel for your deserts,
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april 21, 1785
while new-ca'd kye rowte at the stake
an' pownies reek in pleugh or braik,
this hour on e'enin's edge i take,
to own i'm debtor
to honest-hearted, auld lapraik,
for his kind letter.
forjesket sair, with weary legs,
rattlin the corn out-owre the rigs,
or dealing thro' amang the naigs
their ten-hours' bite,
my awkart muse sair pleads and begs
i would na write.
the tapetless, ramfeezl'd hizzie,
she's saft at best an' something lazy:
quo' she, “ye ken we've been sae busy
this month an' mair,
that trowth, my head is grown right dizzie,
an' something sair.”
her dowff excuses pat me mad;
“conscience,” says i, “ye thowless jade!
i'll write, an' that a hearty blaud,
this vera night;
so dinna ye affront your trade,
but rhyme it right.
“shall bauld lapraik, the king o' hearts,
tho' mankind were a pack o' cartes,
roose you sae weel for your deserts,
in terms sae friendly; ↑返回顶部↑