Poem by Robert Burns

The Calf

TO THE REV. MR. JAMES STEVEN, ON HIS TEXT,

’And ye shall go forth, and grow up as calves of the stall.’-
Mal. iv. 2.

RIGHT, Sir! your text I’ll prove it true,
  Tho’ Heretics may laugh;
For instance, there’s yoursel just now,
  God knows, an unco Calf!

And should some Patron be so kind,
  As bless you wi’ a kirk,
I doubt na, Sir, but then we’ll find,
  Ye’re still as great a Stirk.

But, if the Lover’s raptur’d hour,
Shall ever be your lot,
Forbid it, evry heavenly Power,
  You e’er should be a Stot!

Tho’, when some kind, connubial Dear,
  Your but-and-ben adorns,
The like has been that you may wear
  A noble head of horns.

And, in your lug, most reverend James,
  To hear you roar and rowte,
Few men o’ sense will doubt your claims
  To rank amang the Nowte.

And when ye’re number’d wi’ the dead,
  Below a grassy hillock,
Wi’ justice they may mark your head-
  ‘Here lies a famous Bullock!’

1. I Gaed a Waefu' Gate Yestreen
2. Blythe Was She
3. Farewell to Ballochmyle
4. Lines Written under the Picture of Miss Burns
5. Young Jamie, Pride of A’ the Plain

Thomas Hardy The Calf ("You may have seen, in road or street")

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