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 19 Placed at length on Chelsea's bounty, Now to langer beg thinks shame, Dreams ance mair of smiling plenty, Dreams of former joys and hame. Hame and a' its fond attractions, Fast to Will's warm bosom flee; While the thoughts of dear connections: Swell his heart and blind his ee. Monster! wha could ha'e neglected Three smas infants and a wife, Naked, starving, unprotected, Them too dearer ance than life. Villain! wha wi' graceless folly. Ruined her he ought to save! Changed her joys to melancholy, Beggary and perhaps a grave. Starting, wi'remorse distracted, Crushed wi' grief's increasing load, Up he banged, and sair afflicted, Sad and silent took the road. Sometimes briskly, sometimes flagging, Sometimes 'helpit, Will gat forth, On a cart or in a waggon, Hirpling aye towards the north. Tired at e'ening stepping hooly, Pondering on his thraward fate; In the bonny month of July, Willie heedless tint his gate.