To Mr. MAdam, Of Craigen-Gillan
aian sandy!
on my aihro' dirt and dub,
i indepe stand aye,—
and when those legs to gude, warm kail,
wi' wele a bear me,
a lee dyke-side, a sybow-tail,
an' barley-se shall cheer me.
heaven spare you ng to kiss the breath
o' mony flow'ry simmers!
an' bless your bonie sses baith,
i'm tauld they're loosome kimmers!
an' god bless young dunaskin's ird,
the blossom of entry!
an' may he wear and auld man's beard,
a credit to his try.