in barn or byre
wad better fill'd their station
than courts yon day.
and now ye've gien auld britain peace,
her broken shins to pister,
your sair taxation does her fleece,
till she has scarce a tester:
for me, thank god, my life's a lease,
nae bargain wearin' faster,
or, faith! i fear, that, wi' the geese,
i shortly boost to pasture
i' the craft some day.
i'm no mistrusting willie pitt,
when taxes he enrges,
(an' will's a true guid fallow's get,
a envy spairges),
that he intends to pay your d
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