A DRE A M. Thoughts, words and deeds, the Statute blames with reafon; But furely Dreams were ne'er indicted Treafon. ON READING, IN THE PUBLIC PAPERS, THE LAUREATE'S ODE, WITH THE OTHER PARADE OF JUNE 4th, 1786, THE AUTHOR WAS NO SOONER DROPT ASLEEP, THAN HE IMAGINED HIMSELF TRANSPORTED TO THE BIRTH-DAY LEVEE; AND, IN HIS DREAMING FANCY, MADE THE FOLLOWING ADDRESS. G I. UID-MORNIN to your MAJESTY ! On ev'ry new Birth-day ye fee, A humble Bardie wishes! Wi' Whilft I-but I shall haud me there you I'll scarce gang ony whereThen Jamie, I fhall fay nae mair, But quat my fang, Content with YOU to mak a pair, Whare'er I gang. A DRE A M. Thoughts, words and deeds, the Statute blames with reafon; But furely Dreams were ne'er indicted Treafon. ON READING, IN THE PUBLIC PAPERS, THE LAUREATE'S ODE, WITH THE OTHER PARADE OF JUNE 4th, 1786, THE AUTHOR WAS NO SOONER DROPT ASLEEP, THAN HE IMAGINED HIMSELF TRANSPORTED TO THE BIRTH-DAY LEVEE; AND, IN HIS DREAMING FANCY, MADE THE FOLLOWING ADDRESS. G I. UID-MORNIN to your MAJESTY ! On ev'ry new Birth-day ye fee, A humble Bardie wishes! My Bardship here, at your Levee, Is fure an uncouth fight to fee, Amang thae Birth-day dreffes Sae fine this day. II. I fee ye're complimented thrang, By many a lord an' lady; "God fave the King" 's a cukoo fang That's unco easy said ay: The Poets too, a venal gang, Wi' rhymes weel-turn'd an' ready, Wad gar you trow ye ne'er do wrang, But ay unerring steady, On fic a day. III. For me! before a Monarch's face, Ev'n there I winna flatter; For neither Penfion, Poft, nor Place, Am I your humble debtor: So, nae reflection on YOUR GRACE, Your Kingship to bespatter; There's monie waur been o' the Race, And aiblins ane been better Than You this day. IV. 'Tis very true, my fovereign King, My skill weel be doubted; may But Facts are cheels that winna ding, Your royal neft, beneath Your wing, An' lefs, will gang about it Than did ae day. V. Far be't frae me that I aspire To blame your Legislation, Or fay, ye wisdom want, or fire, K |
