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 So while auld Nature's laws prevail,

The earth on her axies turns,

May Scotia's sons with rapture hail,

The natal day of Burns.


 * Then let us quaff &c.

I'm weel sair'd wi' spunk, and I'm braid, and I'm


 * brawny,

I'll dare the warst blast that roars over yon law,

And I hope to see grey hairs to set me down eanny,

And crack o‘er my summer, and winter, and a'.

Leeze me on eild! it's sae canty and hearty,

To see the auld cairls wi' bonnets sae gran‘;

How they'll joke wi' the daſtest, and laugh wi‘ the


 * loudest,                           (pan.

While tbe fire lights their eyes, like a flash in the

There's Mungo M'Farlane, the laird of Drumgarlin,

A birsy auld hero of fourscore and five,

But he'll wield his lang arm, and he'll knock down


 * his story

And keep his ain grun' wi' the gleggest alive.

There's Michael the sodger, wha fought wi' the rebels

And lost his best leg just a wee or they ran;

But he has ane o‘ wud, and he gars it play thud,

And whare there's a stour Michael's age in the van.

There's auld Davie Currie, and Laurie his cousin,

They have seen better day, and had siller and lear;

But they're aff-haud and jolly, and wisdom and honcur,

Fu' nobly are trac'd on their foreheads sae bare.