verses to colleitchell
friend of the poet, tried and leal,
wha, wanting thee, might beg or steal
alake, alake, the meikle deil
wi' a' his witche
are at it skelpin jig and reel,
in my poor pouches?
i modestly fu' fain wad hint it,
that one—pound—one, i sairly want it
if wi' the hizzie down ye sent it,
it would be kind
and while my heart wi' life-blood dunted,
i'd bear't in mind.
o may the auld year gang out moanin'
to see the new e laden, groanin',
wi' double plenty o'er the loanin',
to thee and thine:
domestic pead forts in'
the hale design.
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