Epistle To J. Lapraik, An Old Scottish B（4 / 5）
but, gif ye want ae friend that's true,
i'm on your list.
i winna blaw about mysel,
as ill i like my fauts to tell;
but friends, an' folk that wish me well,
they sometimes roose me;
tho' i maun own, as mony still
as far abuse me.
there's ae wee faut they whiles lay to me,
i like the lasses—gude forgie me!
for mony a plack they wheedle frae me
at dance or fair;
maybe some ither thing they gie me,
they weel can spare.
but mauchline race, or mauchline fair,
i should be proud to meet you there;
we'se gie ae night's discharge to care,
if we forgather;
an' hae a swap o' rhymin-ware
wi' ane anither.
the four-gill chap, we'se gar him clatter,
an' kirsen him wi' reekin water;
syne we'll sit down an' tak our whitter,
to cheer our heart;
an' faith, we'se be acquainted better
before we part.
awa ye selfish, war'ly race,
wha think that havins, sense, an' grace,
ev'n love an' friendship should give place
to catch—the—plack! ↑返回顶部↑
i'm on your list.
i winna blaw about mysel,
as ill i like my fauts to tell;
but friends, an' folk that wish me well,
they sometimes roose me;
tho' i maun own, as mony still
as far abuse me.
there's ae wee faut they whiles lay to me,
i like the lasses—gude forgie me!
for mony a plack they wheedle frae me
at dance or fair;
maybe some ither thing they gie me,
they weel can spare.
but mauchline race, or mauchline fair,
i should be proud to meet you there;
we'se gie ae night's discharge to care,
if we forgather;
an' hae a swap o' rhymin-ware
wi' ane anither.
the four-gill chap, we'se gar him clatter,
an' kirsen him wi' reekin water;
syne we'll sit down an' tak our whitter,
to cheer our heart;
an' faith, we'se be acquainted better
before we part.
awa ye selfish, war'ly race,
wha think that havins, sense, an' grace,
ev'n love an' friendship should give place
to catch—the—plack! ↑返回顶部↑