Thoughts in Khyme.

I am nae Poet in a sense,

But just a Rhymer, like, by chance,
An' hae to learning nae pretence,

Yet, what the matter?

Whene'er my Muse does on me glance,
I jingle at her.

LONDON:

SAMPSON LOW, LAMB'S CONDUIT STREET,

AND F. SKILL, SWAFFHAM, NORFOLK.

1825.