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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=507766" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To Charles Baxter</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">OUR Johnie's deid. The mair's the pity!<br>He's deid, an' deid o' Aqua-vitae.<br>O Embro', you're a shrunken city,<br>Noo Johnie's deid!<br>Tak hands, an' sing a burial ditty<br>Ower Johnie's heid.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To see him was baith drink an' meat,<br>Gaun linkin' glegly up the street.<br>He but to rin or tak a seat,<br>The wee bit body!<br>Bein' aye unsicken on his feet<br>Wi' whusky toddy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To be aye tosh was Johnie's whim,<br>There's nane was better teut than him,<br>Though whiles his gravit-knot wad clim'<br>Ahint his ear,<br>An' whiles he'd buttons oot or in<br>The less ae mair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His hair a' lang about his bree,<br>His tap-lip lang by inches three -<br>A slockened sort 'mon,' to pree<br>A' sensuality -<br>A droutly glint was in his e'e<br>An' personality.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">An' day an' nicht, frae daw to daw,<br>Dink an' perjink an' doucely braw,<br>Wi' a kind o' Gospel ower a',<br>May or October,<br>Like Peden, followin' the Law<br>An' no that sober.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whusky an' he were pack thegether.<br>Whate'er the hour, whate'er the weather,<br>John kept himsel' wi' mistened leather<br>An' kindled spunk.<br>Wi' him, there was nae askin' whether - <br>John was aye drunk.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The auncient heroes gash an' bauld<br>In the uncanny days of auld,<br>The task ance fo(u)nd to which th'were called,<br>Stack stenchly to it.<br>His life sic noble lives recalled,<br>Little's he knew it.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Single an' straucht, he went his way.<br>He kept the faith an' played the play.<br>Whusky an' he were man an' may<br>Whate'er betided.<br>Bonny in life - in death - this twae<br>Were no' divided.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">An' wow! but John was unco sport.<br>Whiles he wad smile about the Court<br>Malvolio-like - whiles snore an' snort<br>Was heard afar.<br>The idle winter lads' resort<br>Was aye John's bar.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What's merely humorous or bonny<br>The Worl' regairds wi' cauld astony.<br>Drunk men tak' aye mair place than ony;<br>An' sae, ye see,<br>The gate was aye ower thrang for Johnie -<br>Or you an' me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">John micht hae jingled cap an' bells,<br>Been a braw fule in silks an' pells,<br>In ane o' the auld worl's canty hells<br>Paris or Sodom.<br>I wadnae had him naething else<br>But Johnie Adam.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He suffered - as have a' that wan<br>Eternal memory frae man,<br>Since e'er the weary worl' began -<br>Mister or Madam,<br>Keats or Scots Burns, the Spanish Don<br>Or Johnie Adam.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We leuch, an' Johnie deid. An' fegs!<br>Hoo he had keept his stoiterin' legs<br>Sae lang's he did's a fact that begs<br>An explanation.<br>He stachers fifty years - syne plegs<br>To's destination.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Louis+Stevenson">Robert Louis Stevenson</a><div class=q>
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He's deid, an' deid o' Aqua-vitae.
O Embro', you're a shrunken city,
Noo Johnie's deid!
Tak hands, an' sing a burial ditty
Ower Johnie's heid.

To see him was baith drink an' meat,
Gaun linkin' glegly up the..."></div>
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