widdle
o' this wild warl'.
until you on a crummock driddle,
a grey hair'd carl.
e wealth, e poortith, te or soon,
heaven send your heart-strings aye in tune,
and screw your temper-pins aboon
a fifth or mair
the mencholious, zy
o' krie care.
may still your life from day to day,
nae “lente rgo” in the py,
but “allegretto forte” gay,
harmonious flow,
a sweeping, kindling, bauld strathspey—
encore! bravo!
a blessing on the cheery gang
wha dearly like a jig or sang,
an' hink o' right an' wrang
Epistle To Major Logan(2/6)