Poet Burns, Poet Burns,
Wi’ your priest-skelping turns,
Why desert ye your auld native shire?
Your muse is a gipsie,
E’en tho’ she were tipsie,
She could ca’ us nae waur than we are.
FOOTNOTES:
[76] This Poem was written a short time after the publication of M’Gill’s Essay.
[77] Dr. M’Gill.
[78] John Ballantyne.
[79] Robert Aiken.
[80] Dr. Dalrymple.
[81] Mr. Russell.
[82] Mr. M’Kinlay.
[83] Mr. Moody, of Riccarton.