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Expect na sir in this narration	A
A fleechin fleth'rin Dedication	A
To roose you up an' ca' you guid	B
An' sprung o' great an' noble bluid	B
Because ye're surnam'd like His Grace	C
Perhaps related to the race	C
Then when I'm tir'd and sae are ye	D
Wi' mony a fulsome sinfu' lie	E
Set up a face how I stop short	B
For fear your modesty be hurt	B
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This may do maun do sir wi' them wha	F
Maun please the great folk for a wamefou	G
For me sae laigh I need na bow	H
For Lord be thankit I can plough	H
And when I downa yoke a naig	I
Then Lord be thankit I can beg	I
Sae I shall say an' that's nae flatt'rin	A
It's just sic Poet an' sic Patron	A
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The Poet some guid angel help him	J
Or else I fear some ill ane skelp him	J
He may do weel for a' he's done yet	B
But only he's no just begun yet	B
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The Patron sir ye maun forgie me	D
I winna lie come what will o' me	D
On ev'ry hand it will allow'd be	D
He's just nae better than he should be	D
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I readily and freely grant	B
He downa see a poor man want	B
What's no his ain he winna tak it	B
What ance he says he winna break it	B
Ought he can lend he'll no refus't	B
Till aft his guidness is abus'd	B
And rascals whiles that do him wrang	I
Ev'n that he does na mind it lang	I
As master landlord husband father	K
He does na fail his part in either	K
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But then nae thanks to him for a'that	B
Nae godly symptom ye can ca' that	B
It's naething but a milder feature	K
Of our poor sinfu' corrupt nature	K
Ye'll get the best o' moral works	L
'Mang black Gentoos and pagan Turks	L
Or hunters wild on Ponotaxi	L
Wha never heard of orthodoxy	L
That he's the poor man's friend in need	B
The gentleman in word and deed	B
It's no thro' terror of damnation	A
It's just a carnal inclination	A
	-
Morality thou deadly bane	A
Thy tens o' thousands thou hast slain	A
Vain is his hope whase stay an' trust is	L
In moral mercy truth and justice	L
	-
No stretch a point to catch a plack	I
Abuse a brother to his back	I
Steal through the winnock frae a whore	M
But point the rake that taks the door	M
Be to the poor like ony whunstane	A
And haud their noses to the grunstane	A
Ply ev'ry art o' legal thieving	I
No matter stick to sound believing	I
	-
Learn three mile pray'rs an' half mile graces	L
Wi' weel spread looves an' lang wry faces	L
Grunt up a solemn lengthen'd groan	A
And damn a' parties but your own	A
I'll warrant they ye're nae deceiver	M
A steady sturdy staunch believer	M
	-
O ye wha leave the springs o' Calvin	A
For gumlie dubs of your ain delvin	A
Ye sons of Heresy and Error	M
Ye'll some day squeel in quaking terror	M
When Vengeance draws the sword in wrath	N
And in the fire throws the sheath	O
When Ruin with his sweeping besom	D
Just frets till Heav'n commission gies him	D
While o'er the harp pale Misery moans	L
And strikes the ever deep'ning tones	L
Still louder shrieks and heavier groans	L
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Your pardon sir for this digression	A
I maist forgat my Dedication	A
But when divinity comes 'cross me	D
My readers still are sure to lose me	D
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So sir you see 'twas nae daft vapour	M
But I maturely thought it proper	M
When a' my works I did review	G
To dedicate them sir to you	G
Because ye need na tak it ill	P
I thought them something like yoursel'	P
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Then patronize them wi' your favor	M
And your petitioner shall ever	M
I had amaist said ever pray	M
But that's a word I need na say	M
For prayin I hae little skill o't	D
I'm baith dead sweer an' wretched ill o't	D
But I'se repeat each poor man's pray'r	M
That kens or hears about you sir	M
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May ne'er Misfortune's gowling bark	I
Howl thro' the dwelling o' the clerk	I
May ne'er his genrous honest heart	B
For that same gen'rous spirit smart	B
May Kennedy's far honour'd name	D
Lang beet his hymeneal flame	D
Till Hamiltons at least a dizzen	A
Are frae their nuptial labours risen	A
Five bonie lasses round their table	P
And sev'n braw fellows stout an' able	P
To serve their king an' country weel	P
By word or pen or pointed steel	P
May health and peace with mutual rays	L
Shine on the ev'ning o' his days	L
Till his wee curlie John's ier oe	Q
When ebbing life nae mair shall flow	P
The last sad mournful rites bestow	P
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I will not wind a lang conclusion	A
With complimentary effusion	A
But whilst your wishes and endeavours	L
Are blest with Fortune's smiles and favours	L
I am dear sir with zeal most fervent	B
Your much indebted humble servant	B
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But if which Pow'rs above prevent	B
That iron hearted carl Want	B
Attended in his grim advances	L
By sad mistakes and black mischances	L
While hopes and joys and pleasures fly him	D
Make you as poor a dog as I am	D
Your humble servant then no more	M
For who would humbly serve the poor	M
But by a poor man's hopes in Heav'n	A
While recollection's pow'r is giv'n	A
If in the vale of humble life	G
The victim sad of fortune's strife	G
I thro' the tender gushing tear	M
Should recognise my master dear	M
If friendless low we meet together	M
Then sir your hand my Friend and Brother	M

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