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verses to llector itchell

friend of the poet, tried and leal,

wha, wantg thee, ight beg or steal;

ake, ake, the ikle deil

wi&039; a&039; his witches

are at it skelp jig and reel,

y poor pouches?

i odestly fu&039; fa wad ht it,

that one—pound—one, i sairly want it;

if wi&039; the hizzie down ye sent it,

it would be kd;

and while y heart wi&039; life-blood dunted,

i&039;d bear&039;t d

ay the auld year gang out oan&039;

to see the new e den, groan&039;,

wi&039; double plenty o&039;er the loan&039;,

to thee and the:

dostic peace and forts crown&039;

the hale design