Poems and Songs of Robert Burns by Robert Burns
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An' gude be wi' you.
Robt. Burness. Mossgiel, 3rd March, 1786. To Mr. M'Adam, Of Craigen-Gillan In answer to an obliging Letter he sent in the commencement of my poetic career. Sir, o'er a gill I gat your card, I trow it made me proud; "See wha taks notice o' the bard!" I lap and cried fu' loud. Now deil-ma-care about their jaw, The senseless, gawky million; I'll cock my nose abune them a', I'm roos'd by Craigen-Gillan! 'Twas noble, sir; 'twas like yourself', To grant your high protection: A great man's smile ye ken fu' well Is aye a blest infection. Tho', by his banes wha in a tub Match'd Macedonian Sandy! |
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