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On ev'ry new Birth-day ye fee,

A humble Poet wishes !

My Bardship here, at your Levee,
On fic a day as this is,

Is fure an uncouth fight to fee,

Amang thae Birth-day dreffes

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I fee ye're complimented thrang,
By mony a lord and lady;

'God fave the King !''s a cuckoo fang That's unco easy said ay;

The Poets, too, a venal gang,

Wi' rhymes weel-turn'd and ready, Wad gar you trow ye ne'er do wrang,

But ay unerring fteady,

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 befpatter;

There's monie waur, been o' the Race,

And aiblins ane been better

Than You this day.

IV.

'Tis very true, my fov'reign King, My skill may weel be doubted:

But Facts are cheels that winna ding,

An' downa be difputed:

VOL. I.

I

Your

Your Royal Neft, beneath Your wing,

Is e'en right reft an' clouted,

And now the third part of the string,
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,
To rule this mighty nation!

But, faith! I muckle doubt, my Sire,

Ye've trufted Miniftration

To chaps, wha, in a barn or byre,

Wad better fill'd their ftation

Than courts yon day.

VI.

VI.

And now ye've gien auld Britain peace,
Her broken fhins to plaifter;

Your fair taxation does her fleece,

Till fhe has fcarce a tefter

For me, thank God, my life's a leafe,
Nae bargain wearing fafter,

Or, faith! I fear, that, wi' the geese,

I fhortly boost to pafture

I' the craft fome day.

VII.

I'm no miftrufting Willie Pitt,

When taxes he enlarges,

(An' Will's a true guid fallow's Get,

A Name not Envy fpairges),

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That he intends to pay your debt,
An' leffen a' your charges;
But, G-d-fake! let nae faving-fit

Abridge your bonie Barges

An' Boats this day.

VIII.

Adieu, my Liege! may Freedom geck
Beneath your high protection;

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An' may Ye rax Corruption's neck,

And gie her for diffection!

But fince I'm here, I'll no neglect,

In loyal, true affection,

To pay your Queen, with due refpect,

My fealty an' fubjection

This great Birth-day.

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