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epistle to dr. blacklock
ellisland, 21st oct., 1789.
wow, but your letter made me vauntie!
and are ye hale, and weel and cantie?
i ken'd it still, your wee bit jauntie
wad bring ye to:
lord send you aye as weel's i want ye!
and then ye'll do.
the ill-thief blaw the heron south!
and never drink be near his drouth!
he tauld myself by word o' mouth,
he'd tak my letter;
i lippen'd to the chiel in trouth,
and bade nae better.
but aiblins, honest master heron
had, at the time, some dainty fair one
to ware this theologic care on,
and holy study;
and tired o' sauls to waste his lear on,
e'en tried the body.
but what d'ye think, my trusty fere,
i'm turned a gauger—peace be here!
parnassian queans, i fear, i fear,
ye'll now disdain me!
and then my fifty pounds a year
will little gain me.
ye glaikit, gleesome, dainty damies,
wha, by castalia's wimplin streamies,
lowp, sing, and lave your pretty limbies,
ye ken, ye ken, ↑返回顶部↑
ellisland, 21st oct., 1789.
wow, but your letter made me vauntie!
and are ye hale, and weel and cantie?
i ken'd it still, your wee bit jauntie
wad bring ye to:
lord send you aye as weel's i want ye!
and then ye'll do.
the ill-thief blaw the heron south!
and never drink be near his drouth!
he tauld myself by word o' mouth,
he'd tak my letter;
i lippen'd to the chiel in trouth,
and bade nae better.
but aiblins, honest master heron
had, at the time, some dainty fair one
to ware this theologic care on,
and holy study;
and tired o' sauls to waste his lear on,
e'en tried the body.
but what d'ye think, my trusty fere,
i'm turned a gauger—peace be here!
parnassian queans, i fear, i fear,
ye'll now disdain me!
and then my fifty pounds a year
will little gain me.
ye glaikit, gleesome, dainty damies,
wha, by castalia's wimplin streamies,
lowp, sing, and lave your pretty limbies,
ye ken, ye ken, ↑返回顶部↑