the wale o' lead.
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Here's a little wadset, Buittle's scrap o' truth,
Pawn'd in a gin-shop, quenching holy drouth.
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Here's an honest conscience might a prince adorn;
Frae the downs o' Tinwald, so was never worn.
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Here's armorial bearings frae the manse o' Urr;
The crest, a sour crab-apple, rotten at the core.
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Here's the worth and wisdom Collieston can boast;
By a thievish midge they had been nearly lost.
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Here is Satan's picture, like a bizzard gled,
Pouncing poor Redcastle, sprawlin' like a taed.
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Here's the font where Douglas stane and mortar names;
Lately used at Caily christening Murray's crimes.
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Here is Murray's fragments o' the ten commands;
Gifted by black Jock to get them aff his hands.
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Saw ye e'er sic troggin? if to buy ye're slack,
Hornie's turnin chapman--he'll buy a' the pack.
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Complimentary Versicles To Jessie Lewars

The Toast

Fill me with the rosy wine,
Call a toast, a toast divine:
Giveth me Poet's darling flame,
Lovely Jessie be her name;
Then thou mayest freely boast,
Thou hast given a peerless toast.

The Menagerie

Talk not to me of savages,
From Afric's burning sun;
No savage e'er could rend my heart,
As Jessie, thou hast done:
But Jessie's lovely hand in mine,
A mutual faith to plight,
Not even to view the heavenly choir,
Would be so blest a sight.

Jessie's illness

Say, sages, what's the charm on earth
Can turn Death's dart aside!
It is not purity and worth,
Else Jessie had not died.

On Her Recovery

But rarely seen since Nature's birth,
The natives of the sky;
Yet still one seraph's left on earth,
For Jessie did not die.

O Lay Thy Loof In Mine, Lass

Chorus--O lay thy loof in mine, lass,
In mine, lass, in mine, lass;
And swear on thy white hand, lass,
That thou wilt be my ain.

A slave to Love's unbounded sway,
He aft has wrought me meikle wae;
But now he is my deadly fae,
Unless thou be my ain.
O lay thy loof, &c.

There's mony a la