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And wear thou this !-she solemn said,
And, like a passing thought, she fled
Thoughts, words, and deeds, the statute blames with reason, But surely Dreams were ne'er indicted treason.
[On reading in the public papers, the Laureat's Ode, with the other parade of June 4, 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.] GUID-MORNIN' to your Majesty!
May Heav'n augment your blisses,
Is sure an uncouth sight to see,
I see ye 're complimented thrang
The Poets too, a venal gang,
Wi' rhymes weel-turn'd and ready,
On sic a day.
For me! before a monarch's face,
h Among those.
By a crowd.
m Will not.
For, neither pension, post, nor place,
There's monie waurn been o' the race,
And aiblins aneo been better
Than you this day.
'Tis very true, my sov'reign King,
Your royal nest," beneath your wing,
Than did ae day.'
Far be't frae me that I aspire
To chaps, wha in a barn or byrew
Wad better fill'd their station
Than courts yon day.
And now ye've gien auld Britain peace
Her broken shins to plaster;
Your sair taxation does her fleece,
Till she has scarce a tester;
thank God, my life's a lease,
Nae bargain wearing faster,
Or, faith! I fear, that wi' the geese,
I shortly boost to pasture
I'the crafty some day.
• Perhaps one. p Will not give way. a Cannot.
r Your dominions.
Torn and patched.
Written in allusion to the recent loss of America. " Much. * Must needs, y Croft, grass field.
wo A cow stable.
I'm no mistrusting Willie Pitt,
An' boats this day.
Adieu, my liege! may freedom geckb
To pay your Queen, with due respect,
My fealty an' subjection
This great birth-day.
Hail, Majesty most excellent!
While nobles strive to please ye,
Will ye accept a compliment
A simple Poet gies ye?
Thae bonnie bairn-time,d Heav'n has lent,
Still higher may they heezee ye
In bliss, till fate some day is sent,
For ever to release ye
Frae care that day.
For you, young Potentate o' Wales,
I tell your Highness fairly,
Down pleasure's stream, wi' swelling sails,
But some day ye may gnaw your nails,
a Ships of the navy.. b Hold up her head. d Family of children. e Elevate.
That e'er you brak Diana's pales,
By night or day
Yet aft a ragged cowter 's been known
So, ye may doucely fill a throne,
For a' their clish-ma-claver:
Few better were or braver ;
An' yet wi' funny queer Sir John,'
For monie a day.
For you, right rev'rend Osnaburg,
Wad been a dress completer:
Young, royal Tarry Breeks,¶ I learn,
Then heave aboard your grapple airn,
p Get away.
o Proud, haughty.
Alluding to the newspaper accounts of a certain royal sailor's
Ye, lastly, bonnie blossoms a',
Heav'n mak you guid as weel as braw,'
God bless you a', consider now,
Fu' clean that day.
ADDRESS TO THE DEIL.
O Prince! O Chief of many throned Pow'rs,
O THOU! whatever title suit thee,
To scaude poor wretches!
Hear me, auld Hangie, for a wee,
* Salted, pickled.
u Very few.
w Very much caressed z Murmured.
a The angle between the side and bottom of a wooden dish.
d Brimstone dish, or ladle.
e To dash, or throw about.