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of a&039; kd

is there, that bears the na o&039; st,

but feels his heart&039;s bid risg hot,

to see his poor auld ither&039;s pot

th dung staves,

an&039; pnder&039;d o&039; her hdost groat

by gallows knaves?

as! i&039; but a naless wight,

trode i&039; the ire out o&039; sight?

but uld i like ontgories fight,

or gab like boswell,

there&039;s sark-necks i wad draw tight,

an&039; tie hose well

god bless your honours! can ye see&039;t—

the kd, auld cantie carl greet,

an&039; no t warly to your feet,

an&039; gar the hear it,

an&039; tell the wi&039;a patriot-heat

ye na bear it?

o&039; you nicely ken the ws,

to round the period an&039; pae,

an&039; with rhetoric ce on ce

to ak harangues;

then echo thro&039; sat stephen&039;s wa&039;s

auld stnd&039;s wrangs

depster, a true be st i&039;se warran&039;;

thee, aith-detestg, chaste kilkerran;

an&039; that glib-gabbit highnd baron,

the ird o&039; graha;

an&039; ane, a chap that&039;s dan&039;d aulfarran&039;,

dundas his na:

erske, a spunkie nornd billie;

true capbells, frederick and iy;

an&039; livistone, the bauld sir willie;

an&039; ony ithers,

who auld deosthenes or tully

ight own for brithers

see dr hugh, y watchan stented,

if poets e&039;er are represented;

i ken if that your sword were wanted,

ye&039;d lend a hand;

but when there&039;s ought to say anent it,

ye&039;re at a stand

aroe, y boys! exert your ttle,

to t auld stnd back her kettle;

or faith! i&039;ll wad y new pleugh-pettle,

ye&039;ll see&039;t or ng,

she&039;ll teach you, wi&039; a reek whittle,

anither sang

this while she&039;s been cranko ood,

her lost ilitia fir&039;d her bid;

(deil na they never ai