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The Authors Earnest Cry And Prayer (第1/4页)
the author's ear cry and prayer to the right honourable and honourable scotch representatives in the house of ons. dearest of distillation! last a— —how art thou lost!— parody on milton. ye irish lords, ye knights an' squires, resent our brughs an' shires, an' doucely manage our affairs in parliament, to you a simple poet's pray'rs are humbly sent. alas! my roupit muse is hearse! your honours' hearts wi' grief 'tierce, to see her sittin on her arse low i' the dust, and scriehout prosaic verse, an like to brust! tell them wha hae the chief dire, scotland an' me's i affli, e'er sin' they laid that curst restri on aqua-vitae; an' rouse them up t vi, an' move their pity. stand forth an' tell yon premier youth the ho, open, ruth: tell him o' mine an' scotland's drouth, his servants humble: the muckle deevil blaw you south if ye dissemble! does ony great man glun' gloom? speak out, an' never fash your thumb! let posts an' pensions sink or soom wi' them wha grant them; if holy they a e, far better want them. in gath'rin votes you were na slack; now stand as tightly by your tack: ne'er claw y, an' fidge your back, an' hum an' haw; but raise your arm, an' tell your crack before them a'. paint scotland greetin owre her thrissle; her mut stowp as toom's a whissle; an' damn'd excisemen in a bussle, seizin a stell, triumphant crushin't like a mussel, or limpet shell! then, oher hand present her— a blackguard smuggler right behint her, an' cheek-for-c