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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required MY honor’d Colonel, deep I feel Your interest in the Poet’s weal; Ah! now sma’ heart hae I to speel The steep Parnassus, Surrounded thus by bolus pill, And potion glasses. O what a canty world were it, Would pain and care and sickness spare it; And Fortune favour worth and merit As they deserve; And aye rowth o’ roast-beef and claret, Syne, wha wad starve? Dame Life, tho’ fiction out may trick her, And in paste gems and frippery deck her; Oh! flickering, feeble, and unsicker I’ve found her still, Aye wavering like the willow-wicker, ’Tween good and ill. Then that curst carmagnole, auld Satan, Watches like baudrons by a ratton Our sinfu’ saul to get a claut on, Wi’felon ire; Syne, whip! his tail ye’ll ne’er cast saut on, He’s aff like fire. Ah Nick! ah Nick! it is na fair, First showing us the tempting ware, Bright wines, and bonie lasses rare, To put us daft Syne weave, unseen, thy spider snare O hell’s damned waft. Poor Man, the flie, aft bizzes by, And aft, as chance he comes thee nigh, Thy damn’d auld elbow yeuks wi’joy And hellish pleasure! Already in thy fancy’s eye, Thy sicker treasure. Soon, heels o’er gowdie, in he gangs, And, like a sheep-head on a tangs, Thy girning laugh enjoys his pangs, And murdering wrestle, As, dangling in the wind, he hangs, A gibbet’s tassel. But lest you think I am uncivil To plague you with this draunting drivel, Abjuring a’ intentions evil, I quat my pen, The Lord preserve us frae the devil! Amen! Amen!
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