Friend of the Poet, tried and leal, Wha, wanting thee, might beg or steal; Alake, alake, the meikle deil Wi' a' his witches Are at it skelpin jig and reel, In my poor pouches? I modestly fu' fain wad hint it, That One-pound-one, I sairly want it; If wi' the hizzie down ye sent it, It would be kind; And while my heart wi' life-blood dunted, I'd bear't in mind. So may the Auld year gang out moanin' To see the New come laden, groanin', Wi' double plenty o'er the loanin', To thee and thine: Domestic peace and comforts crownin' The hale design. Postscript Ye've heard this while how I've been lickit, And by fell Death was nearly nickit; Grim loon! he got me by the fecket, And sair me sheuk; But by gude luck I lap a wicket, And turn'd a neuk. But by that health, I've got a share o't, But by that life, I'm promis'd mair o't, My hale and wee, I'll tak a care o't, A tentier way; Then farewell folly, hide and hair o't, For ance and aye! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONG OF KAREN, THE DANCING CHILD by KATHERINE MANSFIELD THE ELEPHANT by HILAIRE BELLOC LOVE'S TENDRILS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TRIFLE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON O SOUTHLAND! by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON ITALIAN PICTURES: JULY IN VALLOMBROSA by MINA LOY SURFACES AND MASKS; 12 by CLARENCE MAJOR VILLAGE IN LATE SUMMER by CARL SANDBURG PLAINT OF THE DISGUSTED BRITON IN THE STATES by GEORGE SANTAYANA |