179. To Miss Ferrier enclosing Elegy on Sir J. H. Blair

 NAE heathen name shall I prefix,
 Frae Pindus or Parnassus;
Auld Reekie dings them a’ to sticks,
 For rhyme-inspiring lasses.



Jove’s tunefu’ dochters three times three
 Made Homer deep their debtor;
But, gien the body half an e’e,
 Nine Ferriers wad done better!


Last day my mind was in a bog,
 Down George’s Street I stoited;
A creeping cauld prosaic fog
 My very sense doited.



Do what I dought to set her free,
 My saul lay in the mire;
Ye turned a neuk—I saw your e’e—
 She took the wing like fire!


The mournfu’ sang I here enclose,
 In gratitude I send you,
And pray, in rhyme as weel as prose,
 A’ gude things may attend you!

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