Is there a whim-inspired fool,
Owre fast for thought, owre hot for rule,
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Expect na, sir, in this narration,
A fleechin, fleth'rin Dedication,
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Guid-Mornin' to our Majesty!
May Heaven augment your blisses
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Amang the trees, where humming bees,
At buds and flowers were hinging, O,
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Is there for honesty poverty
That hings his head, an' a' that;
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Thou's welcome, wean; mishanter fa' me, If thoughts o' thee, or yet thy mammie,
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Oh my luve is like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June:
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When biting Boreas, fell and doure,
Sharp shivers thro' the leafless bow'r;
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Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face,
Great chieftain o' the puddin-race!
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My curse upon your venom'd stang,
That shoots my tortur'd gums alang;
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My Son, these maxims make a rule, An' lump them aye thegither;
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O thou! whatever title suit thee,— Auld Hornie, Satan, Nick, or Clootie!
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Ae fond kiss, and then we sever;
Ae fareweel, and then for ever!
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Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes,
Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise;
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Again rejoicing nature sees
Her robe assume its vernal hues,
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Paraphrase of Jeremiah, 15th Chap., 10th verse.
Ah, woe is me, my mother dear!
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O I've walked o'er yon countries baith early and late Among Airlin's braw lasses I've had mony a lang seat.
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Yestreen I had a pint o' wine, A place where body saw na;
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Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
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O saw ye bonie Lesley
As she gaed o'er the Border?
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Chor. - And I'll kiss thee yet, yet,
And I'll kiss thee o'er again:
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Chorus— Ca' the yowes to the knowes,
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O, Jenny's a' weet, poor body,
Jenny's seldom dry:
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Sweet fa's the eve on Craigieburn,
And blythe awakens the morrow,
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Oppress'd with grief, oppress'd with care,
A burden more than I can bear,
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Duncan Gray came here to woo,
Ha, ha, the wooin o't!
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I lang hae thought, my youthfu' friend, A something to have sent you,
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I am nae poet, in a sense, But just a rhymer like by chance,
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Here Holy Willie's sair worn clay Taks up its last abode;
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Fareweel to a' our Scottish fame,
Fareweel our ancient glory;
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