Epistle To Major Logan
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epistle to majan hail, thairm-inspirin', rattlin' willie! tho' fortune's road be rough an' hilly to every fiddling, rhyming billie, we never heed, but take it like the unback'd filly, proud o' her speed. when, idly goavin', whiles we saunter, yirr! fancy barks, awa we ter, up hill, down brae, till some mister, some black bog-hole, arrests us; then the scathe an' banter we're forced to thole. hale be your heart! hale be your fiddle! lang may your elbuck jink and diddle, to cheer you through the weary widdle o' this wild warl'. until you on a crummock driddle, a grey hair'd carl. e wealth, e poortith, late or soon, heaven send your heart-strings aye in tune, and screw your temper-pins aboon a fifth or mair the melancholious, lazy o' krie care. may still your life from day to day, nae “lente largo” in the play, 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 ht an' wrang by square an' rule, but, as the clegs o' feeling stang, are wise or fool. my hand-waled curse keep hard in chase the harpy, hoodock, purse-proud race, wha t on poortith as disgrace; their tuneless hearts, may fireside discords jar a base to a' their parts. but e, your hand, my careless brit