Poems and Songs of Robert Burns by Robert Burns
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page 325 of 915 (35%)
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While recollection's pow'r is giv'n--
If, in the vale of humble life, The victim sad of fortune's strife, I, thro' the tender-gushing tear, Should recognise my master dear; If friendless, low, we meet together, Then, sir, your hand--my Friend and Brother! Versified Note To Dr. Mackenzie, Mauchline Friday first's the day appointed By the Right Worshipful anointed, To hold our grand procession; To get a blad o' Johnie's morals, And taste a swatch o' Manson's barrels I' the way of our profession. The Master and the Brotherhood Would a' be glad to see you; For me I would be mair than proud To share the mercies wi' you. If Death, then, wi' skaith, then, Some mortal heart is hechtin, Inform him, and storm him, That Saturday you'll fecht him. |
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