Your skulls are a
storehouse
o' lead.
Robert Burns - Poems and Songs
B.
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[Footnote 14: John Shepherd Muirkirk. --R. B. ]
[Footnote 15: Dr. Andrew Mitchel, Monkton. --R. B. ]
[Footnote 16: William Auld, Mauchline; for the clerk, see
"Holy Willie"s prayer. --R. B. ]
[Footnote 17: Vide the "Prayer" of this saint. --R. B. ]
Your hearts are the stuff will be powder enough,
And your skulls are a storehouse o' lead,
Calvin's sons!
Your skulls are a storehouse o' lead.
Poet Burns! poet Burns, wi' your priest-skelpin turns,
Why desert ye your auld native shire?
Your muse is a gipsy, yet were she e'en tipsy,
She could ca'us nae waur than we are,
Poet Burns! She could ca'us nae waur than we are.
Presentation Stanzas To Correspondents
Factor John! Factor John, whom the Lord made alone,
And ne'er made anither, thy peer,
Thy poor servant, the Bard, in respectful regard,
He presents thee this token sincere,
Factor John! He presents thee this token sincere.
Afton's Laird! Afton's Laird, when your pen can be spared,
A copy of this I bequeath,
On the same sicker score as I mention'd before,
To that trusty auld worthy, Clackleith,
Afton's Laird! To that trusty auld worthy, Clackleith.
Sonnet On Receiving A Favour
10 Aug. , 1979.
Addressed to Robert Graham, Esq. of Fintry.
I call no Goddess to inspire my strains,
A fabled Muse may suit a bard that feigns:
Friend of my life!
[Footnote 14: John Shepherd Muirkirk. --R. B. ]
[Footnote 15: Dr. Andrew Mitchel, Monkton. --R. B. ]
[Footnote 16: William Auld, Mauchline; for the clerk, see
"Holy Willie"s prayer. --R. B. ]
[Footnote 17: Vide the "Prayer" of this saint. --R. B. ]
Your hearts are the stuff will be powder enough,
And your skulls are a storehouse o' lead,
Calvin's sons!
Your skulls are a storehouse o' lead.
Poet Burns! poet Burns, wi' your priest-skelpin turns,
Why desert ye your auld native shire?
Your muse is a gipsy, yet were she e'en tipsy,
She could ca'us nae waur than we are,
Poet Burns! She could ca'us nae waur than we are.
Presentation Stanzas To Correspondents
Factor John! Factor John, whom the Lord made alone,
And ne'er made anither, thy peer,
Thy poor servant, the Bard, in respectful regard,
He presents thee this token sincere,
Factor John! He presents thee this token sincere.
Afton's Laird! Afton's Laird, when your pen can be spared,
A copy of this I bequeath,
On the same sicker score as I mention'd before,
To that trusty auld worthy, Clackleith,
Afton's Laird! To that trusty auld worthy, Clackleith.
Sonnet On Receiving A Favour
10 Aug. , 1979.
Addressed to Robert Graham, Esq. of Fintry.
I call no Goddess to inspire my strains,
A fabled Muse may suit a bard that feigns:
Friend of my life!
