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Placed at length on Chelſea's bounty, Now to langer beg thinks ſham, Dreams ance mair of ſmiling plenty, Dreams of former joys, and hame.

Hame, and a' its fond attractions, Tall to Will's warm boſom flee; While the thoughts of dear connections Swell his heart and blind his ee.

Monſter! wha could hae neglected Three ſma’ 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 fair afflicted, Sad and ſilent took the road.

Sometimes briskly, ſometimes flaggin, 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.