singet Sawnie, are ye huirdin the penny,
Unconscious what evils await?
Unconscious what evils await?
Robert Burns - Poems and Songs
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[Footnote 4: Robert Aiken. --R. B. ]
[Footnote 5: Dr. Dalrymple, Ayr. --R. B. ]
[Footnote 6: John Russell, Kilmarnock. --R. B. ]
Simper James! simper James, leave your fair Killie dames,
There's a holier chase in your view:
I'll lay on your head, that the pack you'll soon lead,
For puppies like you there's but few,
Simper James! ^7 For puppies like you there's but few.
Singet Sawnie!
singet Sawnie, are ye huirdin the penny,
Unconscious what evils await?
With a jump, yell, and howl, alarm ev'ry soul,
For the foul thief is just at your gate.
Singet Sawnie! ^8 For the foul thief is just at your gate.
Poet Willie! poet Willie, gie the Doctor a volley,
Wi' your "Liberty's Chain" and your wit;
O'er Pegasus' side ye ne'er laid a stride,
Ye but smelt, man, the place where he sh--t.
Poet Willie! ^9 Ye but smelt man, the place where he sh--t.
Barr Steenie! Barr Steenie, what mean ye, what mean ye?
If ye meddle nae mair wi' the matter,
Ye may hae some pretence to havins and sense,
Wi' people that ken ye nae better,
Barr Steenie! ^10 Wi'people that ken ye nae better.
Jamie Goose! Jamie Goose, ye made but toom roose,
In hunting the wicked Lieutenant;
But the Doctor's your mark, for the Lord's holy ark,
He has cooper'd an' ca'd a wrang pin in't,
Jamie Goose! ^11 He has cooper'd an' ca'd a wrang pin in't.
Davie Bluster!
[Footnote 4: Robert Aiken. --R. B. ]
[Footnote 5: Dr. Dalrymple, Ayr. --R. B. ]
[Footnote 6: John Russell, Kilmarnock. --R. B. ]
Simper James! simper James, leave your fair Killie dames,
There's a holier chase in your view:
I'll lay on your head, that the pack you'll soon lead,
For puppies like you there's but few,
Simper James! ^7 For puppies like you there's but few.
Singet Sawnie!
singet Sawnie, are ye huirdin the penny,
Unconscious what evils await?
With a jump, yell, and howl, alarm ev'ry soul,
For the foul thief is just at your gate.
Singet Sawnie! ^8 For the foul thief is just at your gate.
Poet Willie! poet Willie, gie the Doctor a volley,
Wi' your "Liberty's Chain" and your wit;
O'er Pegasus' side ye ne'er laid a stride,
Ye but smelt, man, the place where he sh--t.
Poet Willie! ^9 Ye but smelt man, the place where he sh--t.
Barr Steenie! Barr Steenie, what mean ye, what mean ye?
If ye meddle nae mair wi' the matter,
Ye may hae some pretence to havins and sense,
Wi' people that ken ye nae better,
Barr Steenie! ^10 Wi'people that ken ye nae better.
Jamie Goose! Jamie Goose, ye made but toom roose,
In hunting the wicked Lieutenant;
But the Doctor's your mark, for the Lord's holy ark,
He has cooper'd an' ca'd a wrang pin in't,
Jamie Goose! ^11 He has cooper'd an' ca'd a wrang pin in't.
Davie Bluster!