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
%38 VL : ; ; And now 1 have lived—I know not how long, And still I can join in a cup and a song But whilst with both hands I can hold the glass steady, Here's to thee, my hero, my sodger laddie. Sing, Lai de dal, 8^c. RECITATIVO. Poor Merry Andrew, in the neuk Sat guzzling wi' a tinkler hizzie They mind't na wha the chorus teuk. Between themsels they were sae busy. At length wi' drink and courting dizzy, He stoiter'd up an' made a face Then turn'd an' laid a smack on Grizzy, Syne tun'4 his pipes wi' grave grimace. AIR. Tune—AuLW Sir Simon. Sir Wisdom's a fool when he's fou, Sir Knave is a fool in a session He's there but a prentice, I trow, But I am a fool by profession.
239 ; ; My Grannie she bought me a beuk. An' I held awa to the school I fear I my talent misteuk, But what will ye hae of a fool. For drink I would venture my neck A hizzie's the half of my craft But what could ye other expect Of ane that's avowedly daft. I ance was ty'd up like a stirk, For civilly swearing and quaffing I ance was abus'd i' the Kirk, For towzing a lass i' my daffin. Poor Andrew that tumbles for sport, Let naebody name wi' a jeer There's ev'n, I'm tauld, i' the courts A Tumbler ca'd the Premier. Observed ye yon reverend lad Mak faces to tickle the mob He rails at our mountebank squad; It's rivalship just i' the job. And now my conclusion I'll tell, For faith I'm confoundedly dry, The chiel that's a fool for himsel, Guid L—d, he's far dafter than L ;
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%38<br />
VL<br />
: ; ;<br />
And now 1 have lived—I know not how long,<br />
And still I can join in a cup <strong>and</strong> a song<br />
But whilst <strong>with</strong> both h<strong>and</strong>s I can hold the glass<br />
steady,<br />
Here's to thee, my hero, my sodger laddie.<br />
Sing, Lai de dal, 8^c.<br />
RECITATIVO.<br />
Poor Merry Andrew, in the neuk<br />
Sat guzzling wi' a tinkler hizzie<br />
They mind't na wha the chorus teuk.<br />
Between themsels they were sae busy.<br />
At length wi' drink <strong>and</strong> courting dizzy,<br />
He stoiter'd up an' made a face<br />
Then turn'd an' laid a smack on Grizzy,<br />
Syne tun'4 his pipes wi' grave grimace.<br />
AIR.<br />
Tune—AuLW Sir Simon.<br />
Sir Wisdom's a fool when he's fou,<br />
Sir Knave is a fool in a session<br />
He's there but a prentice, I trow,<br />
But I am a fool <strong>by</strong> profession.
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