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h them out their bill o' fare, Auld Scotland wants nae skinking ware That jaups in luggies; But, if ye wish her gratefu' prayer Gie her a haggis! 1787 To Miss Logan, With Beattie's Poems, For A New-Year's Gift, Jan. 1, 1787. Again the silent wheels of time Their annual round have driven, And you, tho' scarce in maiden prime, Are so much nearer Heaven. No gifts have I from Indian coasts The infant year to hail; I send you more than India boasts, In Edwin's simple tale. Our sex with guile, and faithless love, Is charg'd, perhaps too true; But may, dear maid, each lover prove An Edwin still to you. Mr. William Smellie--A Sketch Shrewd Willie Smellie to Crochallan came; The old cock'd hat, the grey surtout the same; His bristling beard just rising in its might, 'Twas four long nights and days to shaving night: His uncomb'd grizzly locks, wild staring, thatch'd A head for thought profound and clear, unmatch'd; Yet tho' his caustic wit was biting-rude, His heart was warm, benevolent, and good. Rattlin', Roarin' Willie^1 As I cam by Crochallan, I cannilie keekit ben; Rattlin', roarin' Willie Was sittin at yon boord-en'; Sittin at yon boord-en, And amang gude companie; Rattlin', roarin' Willie, You're welcome hame to me! Song--Bonie Dundee My blessin's upon thy sweet wee lippie! My blessin's upon thy e'e-brie! Thy smiles are sae like my blythe sodger laddie, Thou's aye the dearer, and dearer to me! But I'll big a bow'r on yon bonie banks, Whare Tay rins wimplin' by sae clear; An' I'll cleed thee in the tartan sae fine, And mak thee a man like thy daddie dear. Extempore In The Court Of Session Tune--"Killiercrankie." Lord Advocate He clenched his pamphlet in his fist, He quoted and he hinted, Till, in a declamation-mist, His argument he tint it: He gaped for't, he graped for't, He fand it was awa, man; But what his common sense came short, He eked out wi' law, man. Mr. Erskine Collected, Harry stood awee, Then open'd out his arm, man; [Footnote 1: William Dunbar, W. S., of the Crochallan Fencibles, a convivial club.] His Lordship sat wi' ruefu' e'e,
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