Habbie for the Bardie
Sona Co-là-breith, Robbie
Ne’er the blackguard I would need be,
O Bardie, for me to be like ye,
Nor seen those things then you did see,
Far and long ago,
‘Though I wish my dreams were as free
To put on a show.
I did not dance and prance with lasses,
Nor sow my seed amongst the masses,
Nor spend nights clinking drinking glasses,
In youth too well spent,
To tell others what an ass is,
Seen as a belle gent.
So many from you have found pleasure,
Reading through your Scottish treasure.
My grasp sometimes cannot be sure,
Puzzling through a line.
But blest be your graven leisure –
You need not read mine.
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