Second Epistle To J. Lapraik（2 / 4）
yet ye'll neglect to shaw your parts
an' thank him kindly?”
sae i gat paper in a blink,
an' down gaed stumpie in the ink:
h i, “before i sleep a wink,
i vow i'll close it;
an' if ye winna mak it clink,
by jove, i'll prose it!”
sae i've begun to scrawl, but whether
in rhyme, or prose, or baith thegither;
or some hotch-potch that's rightly neither,
let time mak proof;
but i shall scribble down some blether
just clean aff-loof.
my worthy friend, ne'er grudge an' carp,
tho' fortune use you hard an' sharp;
come, kittle up your moorland harp
wi' gleesome touch!
ne'er mind how fortune waft and warp;
she's but a bitch.
she 's gien me mony a jirt an' fleg,
sin' i could striddle owre a rig;
but, by the lord, tho' i should beg
wi' lyart pow,
i'll laugh an' sing, an' shake my leg,
as lang's i dow!
now comes the sax-an'-twentieth simmer
i've seen the bud upon the timmer,
still persecuted by the limmer
frae year to year; ↑返回顶部↑
an' thank him kindly?”
sae i gat paper in a blink,
an' down gaed stumpie in the ink:
h i, “before i sleep a wink,
i vow i'll close it;
an' if ye winna mak it clink,
by jove, i'll prose it!”
sae i've begun to scrawl, but whether
in rhyme, or prose, or baith thegither;
or some hotch-potch that's rightly neither,
let time mak proof;
but i shall scribble down some blether
just clean aff-loof.
my worthy friend, ne'er grudge an' carp,
tho' fortune use you hard an' sharp;
come, kittle up your moorland harp
wi' gleesome touch!
ne'er mind how fortune waft and warp;
she's but a bitch.
she 's gien me mony a jirt an' fleg,
sin' i could striddle owre a rig;
but, by the lord, tho' i should beg
wi' lyart pow,
i'll laugh an' sing, an' shake my leg,
as lang's i dow!
now comes the sax-an'-twentieth simmer
i've seen the bud upon the timmer,
still persecuted by the limmer
frae year to year; ↑返回顶部↑