verses to colleitchell
friend of the poet, tried and leal,
wha, wanting thee, might beg or steal;
ake, ake, the meikle deil
wi' a' his witches
are at it skelpin jig and reel,
in my poor pouches?
i modestly fu' fain wad hint it,
that one—pound—one, i sairly want it;
if wi' the hizzie down ye sent it,
it would be kind;
and while my heart wi' life-blood dunted,
i'd bear't in mind.
so may the auld year gang out moanin'
to see the new e den, groanin',
wi' double plenty o'er the loanin',
to thee and thine:
domestic pead forts in'
the hale design.