PoemsBy Allan Ramsay . by his Crofs:Soon as he wan within the Oofs, He doufly drew inMare Gear frae ilka gentle Gofs Than bought a new ane. When lying Bed Fait fick and fair,To Parifii Prieft he promisd fair,He neer wad drink fou ony mair; * But hale and tight,He provd the auld Man tp a Hair, Strute ilka Night* The hally Dad with Care eflaysTo wile him frae his wanton Ways,And telld him of his Promife twice; Pate anfwerd diver,* Wha tents what People raving fays, JJ When in a Fever* m C 282 3 At BothvocU-Brig he gade to fight,But being wife as he was wight,pe thought it fhawd a Saul but flight
PoemsBy Allan Ramsay . by his Crofs:Soon as he wan within the Oofs, He doufly drew inMare Gear frae ilka gentle Gofs Than bought a new ane. When lying Bed Fait fick and fair,To Parifii Prieft he promisd fair,He neer wad drink fou ony mair; * But hale and tight,He provd the auld Man tp a Hair, Strute ilka Night* The hally Dad with Care eflaysTo wile him frae his wanton Ways,And telld him of his Promife twice; Pate anfwerd diver,* Wha tents what People raving fays, JJ When in a Fever* m C 282 3 At BothvocU-Brig he gade to fight,But being wife as he was wight,pe thought it fhawd a Saul but flight, Dauftly to ftand,And let Gun-powder wrang his Sight, Or Fiddle-Hand, Right pawkily he left the Plain,Nor oer his Shoulder lookd again,But fcourd 0»er Mofs and Moor amain, To Riefy tald how mony Whigs were (lain. Before they faught* Sae rve lamented Paths End 5But left your Grief oer far extend,Come dight yer Cheeks, yer Brows unbend, And lift yer Head,For to a» Britain be it kend He is not dead* 17* PROLOGUE
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