with critical observations and biographical notices, by Robert Burns
with critical observations and biographical notices, by Robert Burns with critical observations and biographical notices, by Robert Burns
182 Lay aside your sour grimaces. Clouded brows, and drumly faces. Look about, and see their Graces, How they smile delighted ; Now's the season to be merry, Hang the thoughts of Charon's ferry, Time enough to turn camsterry When we're auld and doited. Now's the season, S^c. Butler, put about the claret. Thro' us a' divide and share it, Gordon-Castle well can spare it. It has claret plenty : Wine's the true inspiring liquor, Draffy drink may please the Vicar, When he grasps the foaming bicker, , Vicars are not dainty. Wine's the true inspiring liquor, ^c. We'll extol our noble master. Sprung from many a brave ancestor,— Heaven preserve him from disaster, So we pray in duty. Prosper, too, our pretty Duchess, Safe from all distressful touches.
183 Keep her out of Pluto's clutches, Long in health and beauty. Prosper, too, our pretty Duchess, S^c. Angels guard their gallant boy, Make him long his father's joy. Sturdy, like the heir of Troy, Stout and brisk and healthy, Pallas, grant him every blessing. Wit and strength and size increasing, Plutus, what's in thy possessing. Make him rich and wealthy, Pallas, grant him every blessing, S^c, Youth, solace him with thy pleasure, In refin'd and worthy measure Merit, gain him choicest treasure. From the Royal donor: Famous may he be in story, Full of days, and full of glory To the grave, when old and hoary, May he go with honour Famous may he he in story, ^c, Gordons, join our hearty praises. Honest; though in homely phrases,
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183<br />
Keep her out of Pluto's clutches,<br />
Long in health <strong>and</strong> beauty.<br />
Prosper, too, our pretty Duchess, S^c.<br />
Angels guard their gallant boy,<br />
Make him long his father's joy.<br />
Sturdy, like the heir of Troy,<br />
Stout <strong>and</strong> brisk <strong>and</strong> healthy,<br />
Pallas, grant him every blessing.<br />
Wit <strong>and</strong> strength <strong>and</strong> size increasing,<br />
Plutus, what's in thy possessing.<br />
Make him rich <strong>and</strong> wealthy,<br />
Pallas, grant him every blessing, S^c,<br />
Youth, solace him <strong>with</strong> thy pleasure,<br />
In refin'd <strong>and</strong> worthy measure<br />
Merit, gain him choicest treasure.<br />
From the Royal donor:<br />
Famous may he be in story,<br />
Full of days, <strong>and</strong> full of glory<br />
To the grave, when old <strong>and</strong> hoary,<br />
May he go <strong>with</strong> honour<br />
Famous may he he in story, ^c,<br />
Gordons, join our hearty praises.<br />
Honest; though in homely phrases,
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