That when we 're kedgy o'er our claret, We correspond may with your spirit. Accept of my kind wishes, with The fame to Dons Butler, and Smith Health, wit, and joy, fauls large and free, Be a' your fates-fae God be wi' ye. 1721. TO THE EARL OF DALHOUSIE. DALHOUSIE of an auld descent, But that my mufe may fing with ease, How differently are fowk inclin'd, Glowr'd Glowr'd at a while, he gangs fou braw, Till frae his kittle poft he fa'. The Lothian farmer he likes best Where his forbeairs had us'd the yoke; The merchant wreck'd upon the main, Some like to laugh their time away, The The rattling drum and trumpet's tout The hunter with his hounds and hawks Bangs up before his wife awakes; Nor fpeers gin fhe has ought to say, But fcours o'er highs and hows a' day, Thro mofs and moor, nor does he care Whether the day be foul or fair, If he his trusty hounds can cheer To hunt the tod or drive the deer. May I be happy in my lays, And won a lasting wreath of bays, Is a' my wish; well pleas'd to fing Beneath a tree, or by a spring, While lads and laffes on the mead Attend my Caledonian reed, And with the sweetest notes rehearse My thoughts, and reefe me for my verse. If you, my Lord, class me amang Those who have fung baith faft and strang, Of smiling love, or doughty deed, To ftarns fublime I'll lift my head. 1721. TO MR. AIKMAN. 'Tis granted, Sir, pains may be spar'd Your merit to fet forth, When there's fae few wha claim regard, Yet poets give immortal fame To mortals that excel, Which if neglected they 're to blame; Fair copies shall be tane, And fix'd on brafs to bufk our bow'rs, Your mem'ry shall remain. To your ain deeds the maist deny'd, May be ye 're but o'er right, afraid To fink in verfe like mine. The |