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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=506776" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Braid Claith</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ye wha are fain to hae your name<br> Wrote in the bonny book of fame,<br> Let merit nae pretension claim<br> To laurel'd wreath,<br> But hap ye weel, baith back and wame,<br> In gude Braid Claith.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> He that some ells o' this may fa,<br> An' slae-black hat on pow like snaw,<br> Bids bauld to bear the gree awa',<br> Wi' a' this graith,<br> Whan bienly clad wi' shell fu' braw<br> O' gude Braid Claith.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Waesuck for him wha has na fek o't!<br> For he's a gowk they're sure to geck at,<br> A chiel that ne'er will be respekit<br> While he draws breath,<br> Till his four quarters are bedeckit<br> Wi' gude Braid Claith.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> On Sabbath-days the barber spark,<br> When he has done wi' scrapin wark,<br> Wi' siller broachie in his sark,<br> Gangs trigly, faith!<br> Or to the meadow, or the park,<br> In gude Braid Claith.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Weel might ye trow, to see them there,<br> That they to shave your haffits bare,<br> Or curl an' sleek a pickly hair,<br> Wou'd be right laith,<br> Whan pacing wi' a gawsy air<br> In gude Braid Claith.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> If only mettl'd stirrah green<br> For favour frae a lady's ein,<br> He maunna care for being seen<br> Before he sheath<br> His body in a scabbard clean<br> O' gude Braid Claith.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> For, gin he come wi' coat threadbare,<br> A feg for him she winna care,<br> But crook her bonny mou' fu' sair,<br> And scald him baith.<br> Wooers shou'd ay their travel spare<br> Without Braid Claith.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Braid Claith lends fock an unco heese,<br> Makes mony kail-worms butterflies,<br> Gies mony a doctor his degrees<br> For little skaith:<br> In short, you may be what you please<br> Wi' gude Braid Claith.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> For thof ye had as wise a snout on<br> As Shakespeare or Sir Isaac Newton,<br> Your judgment fouk wou'd hae a doubt on,<br> I'll tak my aith,<br> Till they cou'd see ye wi' a suit on<br> O' gude Braid Claith.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Fergusson">Robert Fergusson</a><div class=q>
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 Wrote in the bonny book of fame,
 Let merit nae pretension claim
 To laurel'd wreath,
 But hap ye weel, baith back and wame,
 In gude Braid Claith.

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