Epistle To William Simson（2 / 4）
i kittle up my rustic reed;
it gies me ease.
auld coila now may fidge fu' fain,
she's gotten poets o' her ain;
chiels wha their chanters winna hain,
but tune their lays,
till echoes a' resound again
her weel-sung praise.
nae poet thought her worth his while,
to set her name in measur'd style;
she lay like some unkenn'd-of-isle
beside new holland,
or whare wild-meeting oceans boil
besouth magellan.
ramsay an' famous fergusson
gied forth an' tay a lift aboon;
yarrow an' tweed, to monie a tune,
owre scotland rings;
while irwin, lugar, ayr, an' doon
naebody sings.
th' illissus, tiber, thames, an' seine,
glide sweet in monie a tunefu' line:
but willie, set your fit to mine,
an' cock your crest;
we'll gar our streams an' burnies shine
up wi' the best!
we'll sing auld coila's plains an' fells,
her moors red-brown wi' heather bells,
her banks an' braes, her dens and dells,
whare glorious wallace ↑返回顶部↑
it gies me ease.
auld coila now may fidge fu' fain,
she's gotten poets o' her ain;
chiels wha their chanters winna hain,
but tune their lays,
till echoes a' resound again
her weel-sung praise.
nae poet thought her worth his while,
to set her name in measur'd style;
she lay like some unkenn'd-of-isle
beside new holland,
or whare wild-meeting oceans boil
besouth magellan.
ramsay an' famous fergusson
gied forth an' tay a lift aboon;
yarrow an' tweed, to monie a tune,
owre scotland rings;
while irwin, lugar, ayr, an' doon
naebody sings.
th' illissus, tiber, thames, an' seine,
glide sweet in monie a tunefu' line:
but willie, set your fit to mine,
an' cock your crest;
we'll gar our streams an' burnies shine
up wi' the best!
we'll sing auld coila's plains an' fells,
her moors red-brown wi' heather bells,
her banks an' braes, her dens and dells,
whare glorious wallace ↑返回顶部↑