Robert Burns - How To Know Him by William Allan Neilson
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page 43 of 334 (12%)
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ON A SCOTCH BARD, GONE TO THE WEST INDIES A' ye wha live by sowps o' drink, [sups] A' ye wha live by crambo-clink, [rhyme] A' ye wha live an' never think, Come mourn wi' me! Our billie's gi'en us a' a jink, [fellow, the slip] An' owre the sea. Lament him, a' ye rantin core, [jovial set] Wha dearly like a random-splore; [frolic] Nae mair he'll join the merry roar, In social key; For now he's taen anither shore, An' owre the sea! The bonnie lasses weel may wiss him, [wish for] And in their dear petitions place him, The widows, wives, an' a' may bless him Wi' tearfu' e'e; For weel I wat they'll sairly miss him [wot, sorely] That's owre the sea! O Fortune, they hae room to grumble! Hadst thou taen aff some drowsy bummle, [drone] Wha can do nought but fyke an' fumble, [fuss] 'Twad been nae plea; [grievance] But he was gleg as ony wumble, [lively, auger] |
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