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NOBLEMEN and GENTLEMEN
My LORDS AND GENTLEMEN,
A SCOTTISH Bard, proud of the name, and whose highest ambition is to sing in his Gountry's service, where Mall be so properly look for patronage as to the illustrious names of his native Land ; those who bear the honours and inberit the virtues of their Ancestors? The PoeVOL. I.
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tic Genius of my Country found me, as the prophetic bard Elijah did Elisha--at the Plough; and threw her inspiring mantle over me. She bade me fing the loves, the joys, the rural scenes and rural pleasures of my natal Soil, in my native tongue : I tuned my wild, artless notes, as foe inspired. She whispered ine to come to this ancient Metropolis of Caledonia, and lay my Songs under your honoured protection : I now obey her dictates.
Though much indebted to your goodness, I do not approach you, my Lords and Gentlemen, in the usual style of dedication, to thank you for past favours : that path is so hackneyed by proNituted Learning, that honest Rusticity is afhamed of it.-Nor do I present this Address with tbe venal foul of a servile Author, looking for a continuation of those favours : I was bred to the Plough, and am independent. I come to claim the common Scottish name with you, my
illustrious illustrious Countrymen; and to tell the world that I glory in the title. I come to congratulate my country, that the blood of her ancient heroes still runs uncontaminated; and that, from your courage, knowledge, and public spirit, me may expect protection, wealth, and liberty. In the last place, I come to proffer my - warmest wishes to the Great Fountain of bonour, the Monarch of the Universe, for your welfare and happiness.
When you go forth to waken the Echoes, in the ancient and favourite amusement of your Forefathers, may Pleasure ever be of your party; and may Social Joy await your return! When harassed in courts or camps with the juftlings of bad men and bad measures, may the honest consciousness of injured worth attend your return to your native seats ; and may domestic Happiness, with a smiling welcome, meet you at your gates! May corruption hrink at your
kindling indignant glance ; and may tyranny
your most devoted humble servant,
Page The Twa Dogs. A Tale Scotch Drink
16 The Author's Earnest Cry and Prayer to the Scotch
Representatives in the House of Commons 24 The Holy Fair Death and Dr Hornbook
53 The Brigs of Ayr
66 The Ordination The Calf Address to the Deil
99 The Death and Dying Words of Poor Maillie 108 Poor Maillie's Elegy
113 To J. S****
116 A Dream
127 The Vision Address to the Unco Guic, or the Rigidly Righteous