Robert Burns - How To Know Him by William Allan Neilson
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page 161 of 334 (48%)
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When I cam near her,
Or else, Thou kens, thy servant true Wad never steer her. [meddle with] May be Thou lets this fleshly thorn Beset Thy servant e'en and morn Lest he owre high and proud should turn, [too] That he's sae gifted; If sae, Thy hand maun e'en be borne, Until thou lift it. Lord, bless Thy chosen in this place, For here thou hast a chosen race; But God confound their stubborn face, And blast their name, Wha' bring Thy elders to disgrace An' public shame. Lord, mind Gau'n Hamilton's deserts, He drinks, an' swears, an' plays at cartes, [cards] Yet has sae mony takin' arts Wi' great an' sma', Frae God's ain priest the people's hearts He steals awa'. An' when we chasten'd him therefor, Thou kens how he bred sic a splore [raised such a row] As set the warld in a roar O' laughin' at us; Curse thou his basket and his store, |
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