Poem by Robert Burns

To Dr. Blacklock

Wow, but your letter made me vauntie!
And are ye hale, and weel, and cantie?
I kenn’d it still your wee bit jauntie
    Wad bring ye to:
Lord send you aye as weel’s I want ye,
    And then ye’ll do.

The ill-thief blaw the Heron south!
And never drink be near his drouth!
He tauld mysel by word o’ mouth,
    He’d tak my letter;
I lippen’d to the chiel in trouth,
    And bade nae better.

But aiblins honest Master Heron
Had at the time some dainty fair one,
To ware his theologic care on,
    And holy study;
And tir’d o’ sauls to waste his lear on,
    E’en tried the body.

But what d’ye think, my trusty fier,
I’m turn’d a gauger-Peace be here!
Parnassian queens, I fear, I fear,
    Ye’ll now disdain me!
And then my fifty pounds a year
    Will little gain me.

Ye glaiket, gleesome, dainty damies,
Wha by Castalia’s wimplin’ streamies,
Lowp, sing, and lave your pretty limbies,
    Ye ken, ye ken,
That strang necessity supreme is
    ’Mang sons o’ men.

I hae a wife and twa wee laddies,
They maun hae brose and brats o’ duddies;
Ye ken yoursels my heart right proud is-
    I need na vaunt,
But I’ll sned besoms-thraw saugh woodies,
    Before they want.

Lord help me thro’ this warld o’ care!
I’m weary sick o’t late and air!
Not but I hae a richer share
    Than mony ithers;
But why should ae man better fare,
    And a’ men brithers?

Come, Firm Resolve, take thou the van,
Thou stalk o’ carl-hemp in man!
And let us mind, faint heart ne’er wan
    A lady fair;
Wha does the utmost that he can,
    Will whyles do mair.

But to conclude my silly rhyme
(I’m scant o’ verse, and scant o’ time)-
To make a happy fire-side clime
    To weans and wife,
That’s the true pathos and sublime
    Of human life.

My compliments to sister Beckie;
And eke the same to honest Lucky,
I wat she is a daintie chuckle,
    As e’er tread clay!
And gratefully, my guid auld cockie,
    I’m yours for aye.

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