PoemsBy Allan Ramsay . apt my Head fae brawly for my Sang. S When I 172 ] When honourd Burcbet and his Maiks are pleasdWith my Corn-pipe, up to the Starns Im heezd 5Whence far I glowr to the Fag-end of Time,And view the Warld delighted wl* my Rhime :That when the Pride of fprufo new Words are laid,I [ike the Claffick Authors mall be yont, proud C\ar> I widna niffer FameWith thee, for a thy Furs and panghty Name. If fie great Ferlies, Sir, my Mufe can do,As fpln a three-plait Praife where it is due,Frae me theres nane deferves it mair thanyou,.Frae me! Frae ilka ane *, for fure a
PoemsBy Allan Ramsay . apt my Head fae brawly for my Sang. S When I 172 ] When honourd Burcbet and his Maiks are pleasdWith my Corn-pipe, up to the Starns Im heezd 5Whence far I glowr to the Fag-end of Time,And view the Warld delighted wl* my Rhime :That when the Pride of fprufo new Words are laid,I [ike the Claffick Authors mall be yont, proud C\ar> I widna niffer FameWith thee, for a thy Furs and panghty Name. If fie great Ferlies, Sir, my Mufe can do,As fpln a three-plait Praife where it is due,Frae me theres nane deferves it mair thanyou,.Frae me! Frae ilka ane *, for fure a BreaftSae gen rous is of * thats good I can ferve ye mair, Ill with ye weelJ,And aft in fparkling Claret drink your Heal:Minding the Memry of the great andgoodSweet AUifon, the Wale of humane Blood,Wha fell, (as Horace anes faid to his Billy)?Pute flebzlior quam tibi> VirglVu SIR, TourS) &c» A. Ra»ia?> C 171 3 @®@® ®@®«f®® €*®#®®@®@#$® Familiar Eptftles BETWEEN W-H—zndA~R~~.. EPISTLE —.. H to 4-r:- K I Gilbertfield June 26th, andcelebrated ALLAN!Renowned RAMSAT, canty Callan,Theres nowther Highland man norLawlan*In PO ETRIE,But may as foon ding down TamtaUan As mateh wi\ Thesl For ten Times ten, and thats a hunder,I hae been made to gaze and wonder,When frae Paruajfin thou didft thunder W? Wit an SkiBa Wherefore Ill foberly knock under, Ani %ua* my guiB, A Of E 174 1 OfPOETRY the hale QuinteffenceThou has fuckd up, left nae ExcrefcenceTo petty Poets, or fie Mefiens, Tho round thy StoolThey may pick Crumbs, and lear fome Leflbns At RAMSAY; Scbeoh Tho B E N and D R TD E N of renownWere yet alive, in London Town,Like Kings contending for a Crown ; Ttoad be a Tingle,Whilk 0 you three wad gar Words found And be(i togingUi Transform^ may I be to a Rat,Wert in my Powr but Id creatThee upo fight the Laureat Of this our Age,Since thou mayft fairly claim to that As thy jufl Wage. Let modern POETS bear the BlameGin they refpea not RAM
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