Lines Inscribed on a Platter My blessings on ye, honest wife, I ne’er was here before: Ye’ve wealth o’ gear for spoon and knife – Heart could not wish for more. Heaven keep you clear of sturt and strife, Till far ayont four score, And while I toddle on thro’ life, I’ll ne’er gae by your door! 1787 |
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