The Authors Earnest Cry And Prayer（2 / 7）

  does ony great man glunch an' gloom?
  speak out, an' never fash your thumb!
  let posts an' pensions sink or soom
  wi' them wha grant them;
  if honestly they canna come,
  far better want them.
  in gath'rin votes you were na slack;
  now stand as tightly by your tack:
  ne'er claw your lug, an' fidge your back,
  an' hum an' haw;
  but raise your arm, an' tell your crack
  before them a'.
  paint scotland greetin owre her thrissle;
  her mutchkin stowp as toom's a whissle;
  an' damn'd excisemen in a bussle,
  seizin a stell,
  triumphant crushin't like a mussel,
  or limpet shell!
  then, on the tither hand present her—
  a blackguard smuggler right behint her,
  an' cheek-for-chow, a chuffie vintner
  colleaguing join,
  picking her pouch as bare as winter
  of a' kind coin.
  is there, that bears the name o' scot,
  but feels his heart's bluid rising hot,
  to see his poor auld mither's pot
  thus dung in staves,
  an' plunder'd o' her hindmost groat
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