Say not of me that weakly I declined BOOK II: IN SCOTS The Maker to Posterity Far ’yont amang the years to be Ille Terrarum Frae nirly, nippin’, Eas’lan’ breeze When aince Aprile has fairly come A Mile an’ a Bittock A mile an’ a bittock, a mile or twa A Lowden Sabbath Morn The clinkum-clank o’ Sabbath bells The Spaewife O, I wad like to ken—to the beggar-wife says I The Blast—1875 It’s rainin’. Weet’s the gairden sod The Counterblast—1886 My bonny man, the warld, it’s true The Counterblast Ironical It’s strange that God should fash to frame Their Laureate to an Academy Class Dinner Club
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