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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=116674" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>On The Late Captain Grose's Peregrinations Thro' Scotland</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hear, Land o' Cakes, and brither Scots,<br>Frae Maidenkirk to Johnie Groat's;-<br>If there's a hole in a' your coats,<br>I rede you tent it:<br>A chield's amang you takin notes,<br>And, faith, he'll prent it:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If in your bounds ye chance to light<br>Upon a fine, fat fodgel wight,<br>O' stature short, but genius bright,<br>That's he, mark weel;<br>And wow! he has an unco sleight<br>O' cauk and keel.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">By some auld, houlet-haunted biggin,<br>Or kirk deserted by its riggin,<br>It's ten to ane ye'll find him snug in<br>Some eldritch part,<br>Wi' deils, they say, Lord save's! colleaguin<br>At some black art.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ilk ghaist that haunts auld ha' or chaumer,<br>Ye gipsy-gang that deal in glamour,<br>And you, deep-read in hell's black grammar,<br>Warlocks and witches,<br>Ye'll quake at his conjuring hammer,<br>Ye midnight bitches.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It's tauld he was a sodger bred,<br>And ane wad rather fa'n than fled;<br>But now he's quat the spurtle-blade,<br>And dog-skin wallet,<br>And taen the-Antiquarian trade,<br>I think they call it.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He has a fouth o' auld nick-nackets:<br>Rusty airn caps and jinglin jackets,<br>Wad haud the Lothians three in tackets,<br>A towmont gude;<br>And parritch-pats and auld saut-backets,<br>Before the Flood.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of Eve's first fire he has a cinder;<br>Auld Tubalcain's fire-shool and fender;<br>That which distinguished the gender<br>O' Balaam's ass:<br>A broomstick o' the witch of Endor,<br>Weel shod wi' brass.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Forbye, he'll shape you aff fu' gleg<br>The cut of Adam's philibeg;<br>The knife that nickit Abel's craig<br>He'll prove you fully,<br>It was a faulding jocteleg,<br>Or lang-kail gullie.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But wad ye see him in his glee,<br>For meikle glee and fun has he,<br>Then set him down, and twa or three<br>Gude fellows wi' him:<br>And port, O port! shine thou a wee,<br>And Then ye'll see him!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now, by the Pow'rs o' verse and prose!<br>Thou art a dainty chield, O Grose!-<br>Whae'er o' thee shall ill suppose,<br>They sair misca' thee;<br>I'd take the rascal by the nose,<br>Wad say, "Shame fa' thee!"</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Burns">Robert Burns</a><div class=q>
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