amang thae birth-day dresses
sae fihis day.
i see ye're plimehrang,
by mony a lord an' dy;
“god save the king” 's a cuckoo sang
that's unco easy said aye:
the poets, too, a venal gang,
wi' rhymes weel-turn'd an' ready,
wad gar you trow ye ne'er d,
but aye unerring steady,
on sic a day.
for me! before a monarch's face
ev'n there i winna ftter;
for her pension, post, nor pce,
am i your humble debtor:
so, nae refle on yrace,
your kingship to bespatter;
there's mony waur been o'
A Dream(2/9)