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
I hy'd me home, and tun'd my pipe To John o' Badenyon. Methought I should be wiser next And would a patriot turn, Began to doat on Johnny Wilkes, And cry up Parson Home.* Their manly spirit I admir'd. And prais'd their noble zeal, Who had with flaming tongue and pen Maintain'd the public weal But e'er a month or two had past, I found myself betray'd, 'Twas self and party after all, For a' the stir they made At last I saw the factious knaves Insult the very throne, I curs'd them a', and tun'd my pipe To John o' Badenyon. What next to do I mus'd a while. Still hoping to succeed, I pitch'd on books for company, And gravely try'd to read : * This song was composed when Wilkes, Home, &:c. were making a noise about liberty. ; ;
125 I bought and borrowed every where And study'd night and day, Nor mis'd v^at dean or doctor wrote That happen'd in my way : Philosophy I now esteem'd The ornament of youth, And carefully through many a page I hunted after truth. A thousand various schemes I try'd, And yet was pleas'd with none, I threw them by, and tun'd my pipe To John o' Badenyon. And now ye youngsters every where. That wish to make a show, Take heed in time, nor fondly hope For happiness below What you may fancy pleasure here, Is but an empty name. And girls, and friends, and books, and so, You'll find them all the same Then be advised and warning take From such a man as me ; I'm neither Pope nor Cardinal, Nor one of high degree ; ; ;
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I hy'd me home, <strong>and</strong> tun'd my pipe<br />
To John o' Badenyon.<br />
Methought I should be wiser next<br />
And would a patriot turn,<br />
Began to doat on Johnny Wilkes,<br />
And cry up Parson Home.*<br />
Their manly spirit I admir'd.<br />
And prais'd their noble zeal,<br />
Who had <strong>with</strong> flaming tongue <strong>and</strong> pen<br />
Maintain'd the public weal<br />
But e'er a month or two had past,<br />
I found myself betray'd,<br />
'Twas self <strong>and</strong> party after all,<br />
For a' the stir they made<br />
At last I saw the factious knaves<br />
Insult the very throne,<br />
I curs'd them a', <strong>and</strong> tun'd my pipe<br />
To John o' Badenyon.<br />
What next to do I mus'd a while.<br />
Still hoping to succeed,<br />
I pitch'd on books for company,<br />
And gravely try'd to read :<br />
* This song was composed when Wilkes, Home, &:c. were<br />
making a noise about liberty.<br />
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;