A Dream(2/3)
fill'd their station
than courts yon day.
and now ye've gien auld britain peace,
her broken shins to plaister,
your sair taxation does her fleece,
till she has scarce a tester:
for me, thank god, my life's a lease,
nae bargain wearin' faster,
or, faith! i fear, that, wi' the geese,
i shortly boost to pasture
i' the craft some day.
i'm no mistrusting willie pitt,
when taxes he enlarges,
(an' will's a true guid fallow's get,
a name not envy spairges),
that he intends to pay your debt,
an' lessen a' your charges;
but, god-sake! let nae saving fit
abridge your bonie barges
an'boats this day.
adieu, my liege; may freedom geck
beneath your high protection;
an' may ye rax corruption's neck,
and gie her for dissection!
but since i'm here, i'll no neglect,
in loyal, true affection,
to pay your queen, wi' due respect,
may fealty an' subjection
this great birth-day.
hail, majesty most excellent!
while nobles strive to please ye,
will ye accept a compliment,
a simple poet gies ye?
thae bonie bairntime, heav'n has lent,
still higher may they heeze ye
in bliss, till fate some day is sent
for ever to release ye
frae care that day.
for you, young potentate o'wales,
i tell your highness fairly,
down pleasure's stream, wi' swelling sails,
i'm tauld ye're driving rarely;
but some day ye may gnaw your nails,
an' curse your folly sairly,
that e'er ye brak diana's pales,
or rattl'd dice wi' charlie
by night or day.
yet aft a ragged cowt's been known,
to mak a noble aiver;
so, ye may doucely fill the throne,
for a'their clish-ma-claver:
there, him at agincourt wha shone,
few
than courts yon day.
and now ye've gien auld britain peace,
her broken shins to plaister,
your sair taxation does her fleece,
till she has scarce a tester:
for me, thank god, my life's a lease,
nae bargain wearin' faster,
or, faith! i fear, that, wi' the geese,
i shortly boost to pasture
i' the craft some day.
i'm no mistrusting willie pitt,
when taxes he enlarges,
(an' will's a true guid fallow's get,
a name not envy spairges),
that he intends to pay your debt,
an' lessen a' your charges;
but, god-sake! let nae saving fit
abridge your bonie barges
an'boats this day.
adieu, my liege; may freedom geck
beneath your high protection;
an' may ye rax corruption's neck,
and gie her for dissection!
but since i'm here, i'll no neglect,
in loyal, true affection,
to pay your queen, wi' due respect,
may fealty an' subjection
this great birth-day.
hail, majesty most excellent!
while nobles strive to please ye,
will ye accept a compliment,
a simple poet gies ye?
thae bonie bairntime, heav'n has lent,
still higher may they heeze ye
in bliss, till fate some day is sent
for ever to release ye
frae care that day.
for you, young potentate o'wales,
i tell your highness fairly,
down pleasure's stream, wi' swelling sails,
i'm tauld ye're driving rarely;
but some day ye may gnaw your nails,
an' curse your folly sairly,
that e'er ye brak diana's pales,
or rattl'd dice wi' charlie
by night or day.
yet aft a ragged cowt's been known,
to mak a noble aiver;
so, ye may doucely fill the throne,
for a'their clish-ma-claver:
there, him at agincourt wha shone,
few
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