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epistle to jas tennant of glennner

auld rade dear, and brither sner,

how&039;s a&039; the folk about glennner?

how do you this be eastl d,

that&039;s like to bw a body bld?

for , y faculties are frozen,

y dearest ber nearly dozen&039;d

i&039;ve sent you here, by johnie sin,

a sa philophers to glipse on;

sith, wi&039; his sypathetic feelg,

an&039; reid, to on sense appealg

philophers have fought and wrangled,

an&039; ikle greek an&039; t angled,

till wi&039; their logic-jargon tir&039;d,

and the depth of science ir&039;d,

to on sense they now appeal,

what wives and wabsters see and feel

but, hark ye, friend! i char you strictly,

pere the, an&039; return the ickly:

for now i&039; grown sae cursed douce

i pray and ponder butt the hoe;

y shs, y ne, i there sit roast&039;,

perg bunyan, brown, an&039; boston,

till by an&039; by, if i haud on,

i&039;ll grunt a real gospel-groan:

already i beg to try it,

to cast y e&039;en up like a pyet,

when by the gun she tubles o&039;er

ftt&039;rg an&039; gaspg her gore:

sae shortly you shall see bright,

a burng an&039; a shg light

y heart-war love to guid auld glen,

the ace an&039; wale of honest n:

when bendg down wi&039; auld grey hairs

beneath the load of years and cares,

ay he who ade hi still support hi,

an&039; views beyond the grave fort hi;

his worthy fa&039;ly far and near,

god bless the a&039; wi&039; grace and ar!

y auld schoolfellow, preacher willie,

the anly tar, y an-billie,

and auchenbay, i wish hi joy,

if he&039;s a parent, ss or boy,

ay he be dad, and g the ither,

jt five-and-forty years thegither!

and no fettg wabster charlie,

i&039; tauld he offers very fairly

an&039; lord, reber sgg san