On A Scotch Bard, Gone To The West Indies
bst;
a jillet brak his heart at st,
ill may she be!
so, took a berth afore the mast,
an' owre the sea.
to tremble under fortune's cummock,
on a scarce a bellyfu' o' drummock,
wi' his proud, indepe stomach,
could ill agree;
so, row't his hurdies in a hammock,
an' owre the sea.
he ne'er was gien to great misguidin,
yet his pouches wad na bide in;
wi' him it ne'er was under hiding;
he dealt it free:
the muse was a' that he took pride in,
that's owre the sea.
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