POEMS, CHIEFLY SCOTTISH. POEM, ADDRESSED TO MR. MITCHELL, FRIEND of the Poet, tried and leal, Wha, wanting thee, might beg or steal; Wi' a' his witches Are at it, skelpin! jig and reel, In my poor pouches. I modestly fu' fain wad hint it, That one pound one, I sairly want it : If wi' them down ye sent it, It would be kind; And while my heart wi' life-blood dunted, I'd bear't in mind. So may the auld year gang out moaning To thee and thine; Domestic peace and comforts crowning VOL. II. The hale design. B POSTSCRIPT. YE'VE heard this while how I've been licket, And sair me sheuk; But by guid luck I lap a wicket, And turn'd a neuk. But by that health, I've got a share o't, Then fareweel folly, hide and hair o't, SENT TO A GENTLEMAN WHOM HE HAD OFFENDED. THE friend whom wild from wisdom's way (Not moony madness more astray ;) Mine was th' insensate frenzied part, |