I am nae Poet, in a sense,

But just a rhymer, like, by chance,
An' hae to learnin' nae pretence,

Yet, What the matter?

Whene'er my muse does on me glance,

I jingle at her.

BURNS' EPISTLE TO J. LAPRAIK.

Berwick-upon-Tweed:

PRINTED FOR THE AUTHOR, BY W. LOCHHEAD, HIGH-STREES.

BUDLCIAN

26-11-1900

LIBRARY

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TO

George Baillie,

OF JERVISWOOD, ESQ.,

VICE LIEUTENANT OF THE COUNTY OF

BERWICK.

HONOURED SIR,

AS PATRON of the following Rustic Lays, you have confered on their author an infinite obligation. There are few of an elevated situation in life that will condescend to protect the rural bard