Epistle To William Simson(3/8)
it gies me ease.
auld ow may fidge fu' fain,
she's gottes o' her ain;
chiels wha their ters winna hain,
but tuheir ys,
till echoes a' resound again
her weel-sung praise.
nae poet thought her worth his while,
to set her name in measur'd style;
she y like some unkenn'd-of-isle
beside new holnd,
or whare wild-meeting os boil
besouth mageln.
ramsay an' famous fergusson
gied forth an' tay a lift aboon;
yarrow an' tweed, to moune,
owre sd rin
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