SECOND EPISTLE TO LAPRAIK. Just ae half-mutchkin does me prime, Aught less is little, Then back I rattle on the rhyme, As gleg's a whittle!' Awa' ye selfish war'ly race, Wha think that havins, sense, and grace, I dinna 3 like to see your face, But Nor hear you crack.* ye whom social pleasure charms, Whose hearts the tide of kindness warms, Who hold your being on the terms, 66 Each aid the others," Come to my bowl, come to my arms, brothers! But, to conclude my lang epistle, Who am, most fervent, While I can either sing or whissle, Your friend and servant. 171 SECOND EPISTLE TO LAPRAIK. 6 April 21, 1785. WHILE new-ca'd kye rout7 at the stake, To own I'm debtor To honest-hearted, auld Lapraik, For his kind letter. 66 1 The tapetless ramfeezled hizzie, That trouth 66 Her dowff3 excuses pat me mad; This vera night; So dinna ye affront your trade, But rhyme it right. Shall bauld Lapraik, the king o' hearts, In terms sae friendly, Yet ye'll neglect to shaw your parts, An' thank him kindly? Sae I gat paper in a blink, An' down gaed stumpie in the ink: I vow I'll close it; An' if ye winna mak' it clink, By Jove I'll prose it!" 99 Sae I've begun to scrawl-but whether But I shall scribble down some blether" 8 My worthy friend, ne'er grudge an' carp, She's gi'en me monie a jirt an' fleg," But, by the Lord, though I should beg I'll laugh, an' sing, an' shake 1 Heedless. my leg, As lang's I dow! 11 SECOND EPISTLE TO LAPRAIK. Now comes the sax an' twentieth simmer, Frae year to year; But yet, despite the kittle kimmer,' I, Rob, am here. Do ye envy the city gent, Behint a kist to lie and sklent,3 Or purse-proud, big wi' cent. per cent. And muckle wame, In some bit brugh to represent A bailie's name? 4 Or is't the paughty, feudal Thane, While caps and bonnets aff are ta'en, "O Thou wha gi'es us each guid gift! Through Scotland wide; Wi' cits nor lairds I wadna shift, In a' their pride!” Were this the charter of our state, Beyond remead; But, thanks to Heaven! that's no the gate For thus the royal mandate ran, 'Tis he fulfils great Nature's plan, O mandate glorious and divine! shine While sordid sons of Mammon's line Are dark as night. 173 1 Skittish damsel. + Haughty. 2 Counter. 3 Deceive. Though here they scrape, an' squeeze, an' growl, May in some future carcase howl The forest's fright; Or in some day-detesting owl May shun the light. Then may Lapraik and Burns arise, Still closer knit in friendship's ties, Each passing year! TO WILLIAM SIMPSON, 2 OCHILTREE. 1 Handful. I GAT your letter, winsome Willie ; Should I believe, my coaxin' billie,3 Your flatterin' strain. But I'se believe ye kindly meant it, On my poor Musie; May, 1785. Though in sic phrasin' terms ye' ve penned it, My senses wad be in a creel," Should I but dare a hope to speel" Wi' Allan, or wi' Gilbertfiel', The braes o' fame; Or Fergusson, the writer-chiel, A deathless name. (O Fergusson! thy glorious parts 2 William Simpson was schoolmaster of the parish of Ochiltree, and afterwards of New Cummoch. He was a tolerably good poet, and a very intelligent, clever man. 3 Brother. To be crazed; crcel is, literally, a basket. 4 Cast sidelong. 6 Climb. TO WILLIAM SIMPSON. My curse upon your whunstane1 hearts, The tithe o' what ye waste at cartes Wad stowed his pantry!) Yet when a tale comes i' my head, Or lasses gi'e my 3 heart a screed,2 like to be my deed, (Oh, sad disease!) I kittle up my rustic reed; It gi'es me ease. Th' Illissus, Tiber, Thames, an' Seine, 6 An' cock your crest, We'll sing auld Coila's plains an' fells, Aft bure the gree, as story tells, 175 |