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send epistle to davie

a brother poet

auld neibour,

i&039; three tis doubly o&039;er your debtor,

for your auld-farrant, frien&039;ly letter;

tho&039; i aun say&039;t i doubt ye ftter,

ye speak sae fair;

for y puir, silly, rhy ctter

less aun sair

hale be your heart, hale be your fiddle,

ng ay your elbuck jk diddle,

to cheer you thro&039; the weary widdle

o&039; war&039;ly cares;

till bars&039; bars kdly cuddle

your auld grey hairs

but davie, d, i&039; red ye&039;re gikit;

i&039; tauld the e ye hae negleckit;

an, gif it&039;s sae, ye sud by lickit

until ye fyke;

sic haun&039;s as you sud ne&039;er be faikit,

be ha&039;t wha like

for , i&039; on parnass&039; brk,

riv the words to gar the clk;

whiles dazed wi&039; love, whiles dazed wi&039; drk,

wi&039; jads or ans;

an&039; whiles, but aye owre te, i thk

braw ber lesns

of a&039; the thoughtless ns o&039; an,

n&039; to the bardie cn;

except it be idle pn

o&039; rhy clk,

the devil haet,—that i sud ban—

they ever thk

nae thought, nae view, nae sche o&039; liv,

nae cares to gie joy or griev,

but jt the pouchie put the neive ,

an&039; while ought&039;s there,

then, hiltie, skiltie, we gae scriev&039;,

an&039; fash nae air

leeze on rhy! it&039;s aye a treasure,

y chief, aaist y only pleasure;

at ha, a-fiel&039;, at wark, or leisure,

the e, poor hizzie!

tho&039; rough an&039; raploch be her asure,

she&039;s seldo zy

haud to the e, y datie davie:

the warl&039; ay py you ony a shavie;

but for the e, she&039;ll never leave ye,

tho&039; e&039;er sae puir,

na, even tho&039; lip wi&039; the spavie

frae door tae door