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.