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 I

THE MAKER TO POSTERITY

'yont amang the years to be

When a' we think, an' a' we see,

An' a' we luve, 's been dung ajee

By time's rouch shouther,

An' what was richt and wrang for me

Lies mangled throu'ther,

It's possible—it's hardly mair—

That some ane, ripin' after lear—

Some auld professor or young heir,

If still there's either—

May find an' read me, an' be sair

Perplexed, puir brither!