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dead-sweer, an&039; wretched ill o&039;t;

but i&039;se repeat each poor an&039;s pray&039;r,

that kens or hears about you, sir—

“ay ne&039;er isfortune&039;s gowlg bark,

howl thro&039; the dwellg o&039; the clerk!

ay ne&039;er his nro, honest heart,

for that sa n&039;ro spirit sart!

ay kennedy&039;s far-honour&039;d na

ng beet his hyneal f,

till hailtons, at least a dizzen,

are frae their nuptial bours risen:

five bonie sses round their table,

and sev&039;n braw fellows, stout an&039; able,

to serve their kg an&039; untry weel,

by word, or pen, or poted steel!

ay health and peace, with utual rays,

she on the ev&039;ng o&039; his days;

till his wee, curlie john&039;s ier-oe,

when ebbg life nae air shall flow,

the st, sad, ournful rites bestow!”

i will not d a ng ncsion,

with plintary effion;

but, whilst your wishes and endeavours

are blest with fortune&039;s siles and favours,

i a, dear sir, with zeal ost fervent,

your uch debted, huble servant

but if (which pow&039;rs above prevent)

that iron-hearted carl, want,

attended, his gri advances,

by sad istakes, and bck ischances,

while hopes, and joys, and pleasures fly hi,

ake you as poor a dog as i a,

your huble servant then no ore;

for who would hubly serve the poor?

but, by a poor an&039;s hopes heav&039;n!

while rellection&039;s pow&039;r is giv&039;n—

if, the vale of huble life,

the victi sad of fortune&039;s strife,

i, thro&039; the tender-ghg tear,

should regnise y aster dear;

if friendless, low, we et tother,

then, sir, your hand—y friend and brother!