PoemsBy Allan Ramsay . mer ; Quoth foe, andleugh,? Sicker of thae Winter and Simmer, Tere well enough* My hearty Gofs, there is nae help,But Hand to Nive we twa maun fcelpUp Rhine and Thames, and oer the jilp- pines and Pyrenians,The chearfou Carles do fae yelp To ha*e us their Minions, Thy raffan rural Rhyme fa rare,Sic wordy, wanton, harid-wald Ware,Sae ga(h, and gay, gars Fowk gae gare, To bae them by them,Tho gaffin they wi Sides fae fair, Cry, ——• fWaegae by him • Fair fa that Sodger did inventTo eafe the POETS Toil wi Print;Now, WILLIAM wi maun to the Bent, And poufe our Fortune,ftn4 sra
PoemsBy Allan Ramsay . mer ; Quoth foe, andleugh,? Sicker of thae Winter and Simmer, Tere well enough* My hearty Gofs, there is nae help,But Hand to Nive we twa maun fcelpUp Rhine and Thames, and oer the jilp- pines and Pyrenians,The chearfou Carles do fae yelp To ha*e us their Minions, Thy raffan rural Rhyme fa rare,Sic wordy, wanton, harid-wald Ware,Sae ga(h, and gay, gars Fowk gae gare, To bae them by them,Tho gaffin they wi Sides fae fair, Cry, ——• fWaegae by him • Fair fa that Sodger did inventTo eafe the POETS Toil wi Print;Now, WILLIAM wi maun to the Bent, And poufe our Fortune,ftn4 srack wF Lads whare well content r Wp this our Sorting* Gin coy fowr mouJd girning BuckyCa* me conceity keckling Chucky,That we like Nags, whafe Necks are yucky, Hae usd our Teeth s FlI anfwer fine, f Gae kifs yer Lucky She dwells V Leith, I neer wi* lang Tales fafh my Head,But when I fpeak, I fpeak indeed ;Wha cas me droll, but ony Feed, Ill own I am fae,And while my Champers can chew Bread, Tours— ALAN a&*i^4^«^4&q&M&^q£*q&P4!& A K EPISTLE T O JF- #. :, O N The receiving the Compliment of a Barrelof Loch-fyne Herrings from him319 th December, 1719. YOur Herrings, Sir, came hale and feer^In healfome Brine a foumin,Fu9 fat they are, and gufty GearAs eer I laid my Thumb on :Bra fappy Fi(hAs ane coud wifto j To clap on Fadge or Scon; They relifli fineGood Claret Wine, That gars our Cares ftand yon. | Right C 198 3 Right mony Gabs wP them ftiall gang About MM Reetys Ingle,When kedgy Carles think nae lang, Where Stowps and Trunchers gingle §Then my Friend lealWe tofs yer Heal, And mib bald Brag advance, Whats hoorded inLochs Broom and Fyne. Might ding the Stocks of France, £ Jelly Sum to carry on A FISHERYsdefignd, Twa Millions good of Sterling Pounds By Men of Moneys fignd. Had ye but feenHow unco keen ftnd thrang they were about it, That we are bald3Right rich and aid: Iferran ye neer wad deubteda I l99 J Now, now I hope well ding the Dutch As fine as a round
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