with critical observations and biographical notices, by Robert Burns

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A cripple I'm not, ye forsta me,
Tho' lame of a hand that I be
Nor blind is there reason to ca' me,
Altho' I see but with ae eye :
But Tm just the chap that you wantedj
So tightly our state doth agree
For nane wad hae you, ye have granted^,
As few I confess wad hae me.
THE ROCK AND THE WEE PICKLE TOW,
There was an auld wife an' a wee pickle tow,
An' she wad gae try the spinning o't.
She louted her down, an' her rock took a low,
And that was a bad beginning o't
She sat an' she grat, an' she flet and she flaiig.
An' she threw an' she blew, an' she wrigl'd an' wrang^
An' she choked, an' boaked, an' cry'd like to mang,
Alas ! for the dreary spinning o't.
I've wanted a sark for these eight years an' ten,
An' this was to be the beginning o't.
But I vow I shall want it for as lang agai%
Or ever I try the spinning o't