Epistle To John Goldie, In Kilmarnock (第2/2页)

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but,couldthelord&#039sainfolkgetleave,

atoomtarbarrel

an&#039twaredpeatswadbringrelief,

andendthequarrel.

forme,myskill&#039sbutverysma&#039,

an&#039skillinprosei&#039venaneava&#039

butquietlins-wise,betweenustwa,

weelmayyouspeed!

andtho&#039theysudyoursairmisca&#039,

ne&#039erfashyourhead.

e&#039enswingethedogs,andthreshthemsicker!

themairtheysqueelayechapthethicker

andstill&#039manghandsaheartybicker

o&#039somethingstout

itgarsanowthor&#039spulsebeatquicker,

andhelpshiswit.

there&#039snaethinglikethehonestnappy

whare&#039llyee&#039erseemensaehappy,

orwomensonsie,saftan&#039sappy,

&#039tweenmornandmorn,

asthemwhaliketotastethedrappie,

inglassorhorn?

i&#039veseenmedazeduponatime,

iscarcecouldwinkorseeastyme

justaehalf-mutchkindoesmeprime,—

oughtlessislittle—

thenbackirattleontherhyme,

asgleg&#039sawhittle.