The Brigs Of Ayr（4 / 9）
and e'en a vexed and angry heart had he!
wi' thieveless sneer to see his modish mien,
he, down the water, gies him this guid-e'en:—
auld brig
“i doubt na, frien', ye'll think ye're nae sheepshank,
ance ye were streekit owre frae bank to bank!
but gin ye be a brig as auld as me—
tho' faith, that date, i doubt, ye'll never see—
there'll be, if that day come, i'll wad a boddle,
some fewer whigmaleeries in your noddle.”
new brig
“auld vandal! ye but show your little mense,
just much about it wi' your scanty sense:
will your poor, narrow foot-path of a street,
where twa wheel-barrows tremble when they meet,
your ruin'd, formless bulk o' stane and lime,
compare wi' bonie brigs o' modern time?
there's men of taste wou'd tak the ducat stream,
tho' they should cast the very sark and swim,
e'er they would grate their feelings wi' the view
o' sic an ugly, gothic hulk as you.”
auld brig
“conceited gowk! puff'd up wi' windy pride!
this mony a year i've stood the flood an' tide;
and tho' wi' crazy eild i'm sair forfairn,
i'll be a brig when ye're a shapeless cairn!
as yet ye little ken about the matter,
but twa—three winters will inform ye better.
when heavy, dark, continued, a'-day rains,
wi' deepening deluges o'erflow the plains; ↑返回顶部↑
wi' thieveless sneer to see his modish mien,
he, down the water, gies him this guid-e'en:—
auld brig
“i doubt na, frien', ye'll think ye're nae sheepshank,
ance ye were streekit owre frae bank to bank!
but gin ye be a brig as auld as me—
tho' faith, that date, i doubt, ye'll never see—
there'll be, if that day come, i'll wad a boddle,
some fewer whigmaleeries in your noddle.”
new brig
“auld vandal! ye but show your little mense,
just much about it wi' your scanty sense:
will your poor, narrow foot-path of a street,
where twa wheel-barrows tremble when they meet,
your ruin'd, formless bulk o' stane and lime,
compare wi' bonie brigs o' modern time?
there's men of taste wou'd tak the ducat stream,
tho' they should cast the very sark and swim,
e'er they would grate their feelings wi' the view
o' sic an ugly, gothic hulk as you.”
auld brig
“conceited gowk! puff'd up wi' windy pride!
this mony a year i've stood the flood an' tide;
and tho' wi' crazy eild i'm sair forfairn,
i'll be a brig when ye're a shapeless cairn!
as yet ye little ken about the matter,
but twa—three winters will inform ye better.
when heavy, dark, continued, a'-day rains,
wi' deepening deluges o'erflow the plains; ↑返回顶部↑