SIR, oer a gill I gat your card,
I trow it made me proud;
See wha taks notice o the bard!
I lap and cried fu loud.
Now deil-ma-care about their jaw,
The senseless, gawky million;
Ill cock my nose abune them a,
Im roosd by Craigen-Gillan!
Twas noble, sir; twas like yourself,
To grant your high protection:
A great mans smile ye ken fu well
Is aye a blest infection.
Tho, by his banes wha in a tub
Matchd Macedonian Sandy!
On my ain legs thro dirt and dub,
I independent stand aye,
And when those legs to gude, warm kail,
Wi welcome canna bear me,
A lee dyke-side, a sybow-tail,
An barley-scone shall cheer me.
Heaven spare you lang to kiss the breath
O mony flowry simmers!
An bless your bonie lasses baith,
Im tauld theyre loosome kimmers!
An God bless young Dunaskins laird,
The blossom of our gentry!
An may he wear and auld mans beard,
A credit to his country.
