9;r
to keep, at times, frae being sour,
to see how things are shar'd;
how best o' chiels are whiles in want,
while coofs on tless thousands rant,
and ken na how to wair't;
but, davie, d, ne'er fash your head,
tho' we hae little gear;
we're fit to win our daily bread,
as ng's we're hale and fier:
“mair spier na, nor fear na,”
auld age ne'er mind a feg;
the st o't, the warst o't
is only but to beg.
to lie in kilns and barns at e'en,
when banes are craz'd, and bluid is thin,
is dou
Epistle To Davie, A Brother Poet(2/10)