A Dream（2 / 5）

  than you this day.
  'tis very true, my sovereign king,
  my skill may weel be doubted;
  but facts are chiels that winna ding,
  an' downa be disputed:
  your royal nest, beneath your wing,
  is e'en right reft and clouted,
  and now the third part o' the string,
  an' less, will gang aboot it
  than did ae day.
  far be't frae me that i aspire
  to blame your legislation,
  or say, ye wisdom want, or fire,
  to rule this mighty nation:
  but faith! i muckle doubt, my sire,
  ye've trusted ministration
  to chaps wha in barn or byre
  wad better fill'd their station
  than courts yon day.
  and now ye've gien auld britain peace,
  her broken shins to plaister,
  your sair taxation does her fleece,
  till she has scarce a tester:
  for me, thank god, my life's a lease,
  nae bargain wearin' faster,
  or, faith! i fear, that, wi' the geese,
  i shortly boost to pasture
  i' the craft some day.
  i'm no mistrusting willie pitt,
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