What tho' young empty airy sparks To say they're but unlearn'd clarks, And want the gumption. Let coxcomb critics get a tether For an' they winna haud their blether, To learn them for to peep and pry And ca' them skellums, I'm sure thou needs set little by To bide their bellums. Wi' writing I'm sae bleirt and doited, That when I raise, in troth, I stoited; I thought I should turn capernoited, For wi' a gird, Upon my bum I fairly cloited On the cald eard; Which did oblige a little dumple Wi' mony a lang and weary wimple, ANSWER II. Edinburgh, August 4, 1719. Dear Hamilton, ye'll turn me dyver; My muse sae bonny ye descrive her, Gin ony higher up ye drive her, She'll rin red-wud: Said I. "Whish't," quoth the vogy jaud, Has havins mair than e'er ye had, Ill-bred bog-stalker ;* * But me ye ne'er sae crouse had craw'd, It sets you weel indeed to gadge!‡ A Glasgow capon § and a fadge || Swith to Castalia's fountain-brink, And do my bidding; * "My mistress dear, your servant humble," Shall scandalise, or say ye bummil Frae what I've tell'd, my friend may learn * The muse, not unreasonably angry, puts me here in mind of the favours she has done, by bringing me from stalking over bogs or wild marshes, to lift my head a little brisker among the polite world, which could never have been acquired by the low movements of a mechanic. †Thatcher of skulls [wig-maker]. Ironically she says, It becomes me mighty well to talk haughtily, and affront my benefactress, by alleging so meanly, that it were possible to praise her out of her solidity. § A herring. A coarse kind of leavened bread, used by the common people. Fall flat on your belly. I'd better been ayont side Kairn amount, I trow; I've kiss'd the tauze,† like a guid bairn- Hale be your heart, gay couthie carle, To knoit thrawn-gabbit sumphs that snarl Ilk guid chiel says, ye're weel worth gowd, The crooked clinkers shall be cow'd,+ Set out the burnt side o' your shin,§ Glory's the prize for which they rin, And wha blaws best the horn shall win: Quisquis vocabit nos vain glorious, Multi et magni men before us Did stamp and swagger, Probatum est, exemplum Horace Was a bauld bragger. Then let the doofarts, fash'd wi' spleen, Laugh, for the lively lads will screen Us frae backbiting. * A noted hill in the north of Scotland. Kissed the rod, owned my fault like a good child. The scribbling rhymers, with their lame versification, shall be cowed, that is, shorn off. § As if one would say, "Walk with your toes out." An expression used when one would bid a person (merrily) look brisk. If that the gypsies dinna spung us, Wi' boots and belt on, I hope to see you at St Mungo's* Atween and Beltan. EPISTLE III. Gilbertfield, August 24, 1719. Accept my third and last essay Seem doilt and donsie, Yet thrice o' a' things, I heard say, Was aye thought sonsie. Wherefore I scarce could sleep or slumber, And snoov't awa+ like three hand ombre, Of thy last poem, bearing date And look just like poor country Kate I shaw'd it to our parish priest, The poets a' to thee's but jest, Not worth a souse. Thy blythe and cheerfu' merry muse, Of compliments is sae profuse, The High Church of Glasgow. Whirled smoothly round. Snooving always expresses the action of a top or spindle, &c. For my guid havins does me roose It were ill-breeding to refuse To thank her kindly. What tho' sometimes in angry mood, But tak our bit, when it is guid, For gin ye ettle ance to taunt her, She'll tak the flings*-verse may grow scanter, We'll rue the day that we do want her; Then let us still her kindness culzie, And she'll be fair to gar us fulzie, My pen's sae blunted; And a' for fear I file the fair,+ And be affronted. The dull draff-drink ‡ maks me sae dowff, Yet set me in a claret howff, Wi' fouk that's chancy, My muse may lend me then a gowff To clear my fancy. * Turn sullen, restive, and kick. This phrase is used when one attempts to do what's handsome, and is affronted by not doing it right-not a reasonable fear in him. + Heavy malt liquor. |