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to r &039;ada, of crain-giln

answer to an obligg letter he sent

the ncent of y poetic career

sir, o&039;er a gill i gat your card,

i trow it ade proud;

“see wha taks notice o&039; the bard!”

i p and cried fu&039; loud

now deil-a-care about their jaw,

the senseless, gawky illion;

i&039;ll ck y nose abune the a&039;,

i&039; roos&039;d by crain-giln!

&039;as noble, sir; &039;as like yourself&039;,

to grant your high protection:

a great an&039;s sile ye ken fu&039; well

is aye a blest fection

tho&039;, by his banes wha a tub

atch&039;d acedonian sandy!

on y a legs thro&039; dirt and dub,

i dependent stand aye,—

and when those legs to gude, war kail,

wi&039; wele canna bear ,

a lee dyke-side, a sybow-tail,

an&039; barley-sne shall cheer

heaven spare you ng to kiss the breath

o&039; ony flow&039;ry sirs!

an&039; bless your bonie sses baith,

i&039; tauld they&039;re loo kirs!

an&039; god bless young dunask&039;s ird,

the blos of our ntry!

an&039; ay he wear and auld an&039;s beard,

a credit to his untry