New Year’s
poem:
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Verses To
Collector Mitchell
By Robert
Burns
Friend of
the Poet, tried and leal,
Wha,
wanting thee, might beg or steal;
Alake,
alake, 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 come laden, groanin',
Wi'
double plenty o'er the loanin',
To thee
and thine:
Domestic
peace and comforts crownin'
The hale
design.
Postscript
Ye've
heard this while how I've been lickit,
And by
fell Death was nearly nickit;
Grim
loon! he got me by the fecket,
And sair
me sheuk;
But by
gude luck I lap a wicket,
And
turn'd a neuk.
But by
that health, I've got a share o't,
But by
that life, I'm promis'd mair o't,
My hale
and wee, I'll tak a care o't,
A tentier
way;
Then
farewell folly, hide and hair o't,
For ance
and aye!
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