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election ballad
at the close of the contest for representing the dumfries burghs, 1790.
addressed to r. graham, esq. of fintry.
fintry, my stay in wordly strife,
friend o' my muse, friend o' my life,
are ye as idle's i am?
come then, wi' uncouth kintra fleg,
o'er pegasus i'll fling my leg,
and ye shall see me try him.
but where shall i go rin a ride,
that i may splatter nane beside?
i wad na be uncivil:
in manhood's various paths and ways
there's aye some doytin' body strays,
and i ride like the devil.
thus i break aff wi' a' my birr,
and down yon dark, deep alley spur,
where theologics daunder:
alas! curst wi' eternal fogs,
and damn'd in everlasting bogs,
as sure's the creed i'll blunder!
i'll stain a band, or jaup a gown,
or rin my reckless, guilty crown
against the haly door:
sair do i rue my luckless fate,
when, as the muse an' deil wad hae't,
i rade that road before.
suppose i take a spurt, and mix
amang the wilds o' politics—
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at the close of the contest for representing the dumfries burghs, 1790.
addressed to r. graham, esq. of fintry.
fintry, my stay in wordly strife,
friend o' my muse, friend o' my life,
are ye as idle's i am?
come then, wi' uncouth kintra fleg,
o'er pegasus i'll fling my leg,
and ye shall see me try him.
but where shall i go rin a ride,
that i may splatter nane beside?
i wad na be uncivil:
in manhood's various paths and ways
there's aye some doytin' body strays,
and i ride like the devil.
thus i break aff wi' a' my birr,
and down yon dark, deep alley spur,
where theologics daunder:
alas! curst wi' eternal fogs,
and damn'd in everlasting bogs,
as sure's the creed i'll blunder!
i'll stain a band, or jaup a gown,
or rin my reckless, guilty crown
against the haly door:
sair do i rue my luckless fate,
when, as the muse an' deil wad hae't,
i rade that road before.
suppose i take a spurt, and mix
amang the wilds o' politics—
electors and elected, ↑返回顶部↑