Sir, be pleas'd these lines to read, Pray take it not amiss, And, if you please, I wish to know How Captain L- - -n is. For he was cheerfu' on the moors, With music in his heart, And with his money I am sure, Was never swear to part. I thank you for your bottle, Sir, But woes my heart its dry, 'Tis in your power to fill't again, The next time you come by. It is my lot to live my lane, And sometimes I think lang, Sometimes I do amuse myself With making of a song. Were I in power to publish them, To be sung when I'm dead, And while I am upon the stage, Might help to merit bread. Let this be shown to Lady Kirk, That noble hearted chiel, God bless him and his family, I thank him for his meal. Sir, by misfortune of a dog, Old chucky lost her life, Disturbed Robin's family, Especially his wife. 'Deed I'm afraid she'll break her heart, Sir, I maun let you ken, For aye when I see her she cries, Alas! the old muir-hen. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HESPERIA by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE MY CREED by HOWARD ARNOLD WALTER THIS FLESH by KENNETH SLADE ALLING EVENING TRAINS by MARY TRUE AYER SONNET ON MOOR PARK; FORMERLY THE SEAT OF SIR WILLIAM TEMPLE by SAMUEL EGERTON BRYDGES THE WANDERER: 2. IN FRANCE: A L'ENTRESOL by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |