Robert Burns - How To Know Him by William Allan Neilson
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page 44 of 334 (13%)
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That's owre the sea!
Auld cantie Kyle may weepers wear, [cheerful, mourning bands] An' stain them wi' the saut, saut tear: [salt] 'Twill mak her poor auld heart, I fear, In flinders flee; [fragments] He was her Laureat mony a year, That's owre the sea! He saw misfortune's cauld nor-west Lang mustering up a bitter blast; A jillet brak his heart at last-- [jilt] Ill may she be! So took a berth afore the mast, An' owre the sea. To tremble under Fortune's cummock [cudgel] On scarce a bellyfu' o' drummock, [meal and water] Wi' his proud independent stomach, Could ill agree; So row't his hurdies in a hammock, [rolled, buttocks] An' owre the sea. He ne'er was gi'en to great misguidin', Yet coin his pouches wad na bide in; [pockets would] Wi' him it ne'er was under hidin', He dealt it free: The Muse was a' that he took pride in, That's owre the sea. |
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