verses to collector mitchell（1/1）

verses to collector mitchell

friend of the poet, tried and leal,

wha, wanting thee, might beg or steal;

alake, alake, the meikle deil

wi' a' his witches

are at it skelpin jig and reel,

in my poor pouches?

i modestly fu' fain wad hint it,

that one—pound—one, i sairly want it;

if wi' the hizzie down ye sent it,

it would be kind;

and while my heart wi' life-blood dunted,

i'd bear't in mind.

so may the auld year gang out moanin'

to see the newe laden, groanin',

wi' double plenty o'er the loanin',

to thee and thine:

domestic peace andforts crownin'

the hale design.