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he atter?

whene&039;er y e does on gnce,

i jgle at her

your critic-folk ay ck their nose,

and say, “how can you e&039;er propose,

you wha ken hardly verse frae prose,

to ak a sang?”

but, by your leaves, y learned foes,

ye&039;re aybe wrang

what&039;s a&039; your jargon o&039; your schools—

your t nas for horns an&039; stools?

if honest nature ade you fools,

what sairs your graars?

ye&039;d better taen up spades and shools,

or knapp-hars

a set o&039; dull, nceited hashes

nfe their bras lle csses!

they gang stirks, and e out asses,

p truth to speak;

an&039; syne they thk to clib parnass

by dt o&039; greek!

gie ae spark o&039; nature&039;s fire,

that&039;s a&039; the learng i desire;

then tho&039; i drud thro&039; dub an&039; ire

at pleugh or cart,

y e, tho&039; haly attire,

ay touch the heart

o for a spunk o&039; aln&039;s glee,

or fergn&039;s the bauld an&039; slee,

or bright praik&039;s, y friend to be,

if i can hit it!

that would be lear eneugh for ,

if i uld t it

now, sir, if ye hae friends enow,

tho&039; real friends, i b&039;lieve, are few;

yet, if your catalogue be fu&039;,

i&039;se no sist:

but, gif ye want ae friend that&039;s true,

i&039; on your list

i na bw about ysel,

as ill i like y fauts to tell;

but friends, an&039; folk that wish well,

they tis roose ;

tho&039; i aun own, as ony still

as far abe

there&039;s ae wee faut they whiles y to ,

i like the sses—gude fie !

for ony a pck they wheedle frae

at dance or fair;

aybe ither thg they gie ,

they weel can spare

but auchle race, or auchle fair,

i should be proud to et you there;

we&039;se gie ae night&039;s dischar to care,

if