A conscience but a canker- Adieu, dear, amiable youth! Your heart can ne'er be wanting; In ploughman phrase, God send you speed, And may you better reck the rede," TO THE REV. JOHN M'MATH, Enclosing a copy of Holy Willie's Prayer, Sept. 17th, 1785. WHILE at the stook the shearers cow'r To shun the bitter blaudin'P show'r, Or in gulravage9 rinnin' scow'r, To pass the time, To you I dedicate the hour In idle rhyme. My musie, tir'd wi' mony a sonnet On gown, an' ban', an' douse black bonnet, Is grown right eerier now she's done it, Lest they should blame her, I own 'twas rash, an' rather hardy, Wha, if they ken me, Can easy, wi' a single wordie, Lowse h-ll upon me. n Take heed, or pay due attention to good advice. Shock of corn p Pelting. r Frighted. g Riotous merriment. s Country. But I gae mad at their grimaces, Their sighin', cantin', grace-prood faces, Whase greed, revenge, an' pride disgraces W There's Gaun, miska't* waur than a beast, Than mony scores as guid 's the priest An' may a bard no crack his jest What way they've use❜t him? See him, the poor man's friend in need, By worthless skellums," An' not a muse erect her head To cowe the blellums ?a O Pope, had I thy satire's darts Their jugglin' hocus-pocus arts To cheat the crowd. God knows, I'm no the thing I should be, But twenty times I rather would be, An atheist clean, Than under gospel colours hid be Just for a screen. A honest man may like a glass, t Stretching. w Gavin Hamilton, Esq. u Worse than. y The poet has introduced the two first lines of this stanza inte he dedication of his works to Mr. Hamilton. z Fellows. a Idle talkers. But mean revenge, an' malice fause,b An' then cry zeal for gospel laws, They take religion in their mouth; An' hunt him down, o'er right an' ruth, All hail, Religion! maid divine! Thus daurs to name thee; To stigmatize false friends of thine Can ne'er defame thee. Tho' blotcht an' foul wi' mony a stain, With trembling voice I tune my strain Who boldly dare thy cause maintain In spite o' crowds, in spite o' mobs, At worth an' mexit, By scoundrels, even wi' holy robes, O Ayr, my dear, my native ground, Of public teachers, As men, as Christians too, renown'd, Falee. An' manly preachers. c Scope. Sir, in that circle you are nam'd; ; An' some by whom your doctrine's blam'd Even, Sir, by them your heart's esteem'd, Pardon this freedom I have ta'en, Whase heart ne'er wrang'd ye, But to his utmost would befriend Ought that belang'd ye. TO MR. M'ADAM, OF CRAIGEN- In answer to an obliging Letter he sent in the Commencement of my Poetic Career. SIR, o'er a gill I gat your card, Now deil-ma-care about their jaw, 'Twas noble, Sir; 'twas like yoursel, Tho', by his banes wha in a tub d Did leep. And when those legs to guid, warm kail, And barley-sconeh shall cheer me. I'm tald they're loosome kimmers !! And God bless young Dunaskin's laird, And may he wear an auld man's beard, TO TERRAUGHTY,m ON HIS BIRTH-DAY. HEALTH to the Maxwells' vet'ran chief; This natal morn, I see thy life is stuff o' prief," Scarce quite half worn. This day thou metes three-score eleven, On thee a tack o' seven times seven If envious buckies view wi' sorrow, Rake them like Sodom and Gomorrah, e Shaded, or grassy. In brunstane stoure.° Summers. f Wall. g A sort of leek. h Cake. k Both. 7 Lovely girls. n Proof. m Mr. Maxwell, of Terraughty, near Dumfries. • Brimstone dust. |