HORACE IN SCOTS
Persicos odi
Foreign fashions, lad, allure you
Hamespun happit I would be;
Bring nae mair, for I assure you
Ferlies only scunner me.
Fancy tartans, clanless, gaudy,
Mention them nae mair, I say;
Best it suits your service, laddie,
An' my drinkin', hodden-grey.
HORACE IN SCOTS
Tempt not the far oonchancie main,
Nor fearin' blufferts, frien',
Creep roon' fause headlan's; haud your ain
Tack fair atween.
The gowden mids, wha aims at it
Will shun the tinker's lair,
Nor gantin' in a castle sit
Whaur flunkeys stare.
The heichest fir storms aft'nest bow;
Lums fa' wi' sairest dunt;
When lightnings rive, bauld Morven's pow
Drees aye the brunt.
Come weel, come wae, wi' hope or fear
Prepare your heart for a';
The same Power sends the rain will clear
The cloods awa'.
Tho' here the day ye've waes galore
The morn may see them gone;
Fate whiles lays by the dour claymore
An' tunes the drone.
In trouble bauldly bear yoursel';
When thrivin', mind the fret—
"Tho' lang the pig gangs to the well,
Its ae day's set."
HORACE IN SCOTS
HAIRRY
"When Leebie lo'ed me ower them a',
An' deil a dearer daured to fling
An airm aboot her neck o' snaw,
I struttit crouser than the king."
LEEBIE
"When I was Hairry's only care,
Afore he lo'ed me less than Jean,
Wha spak' o' love at kirk or fail—
Set Leebie aye aboon the queen."