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WHEN father Adie first pat spade in
To fire his mou'
For being fou'.
A caller burn o'siller sheen,
To bide right sair,
A dainty skair.
His bairns had a,' before the flood
Than Noah's line.
The fuddlin bardies now-a-days
As big's the Pontic.
My Muse will nae gae far frae hame,
For thinking on't,
Of aqua font.
This is the name that doctors use
Their patient's noddles to confuse;
They labour still, an kittle words to gar ye roose
Their want o skill.
But we'll hae nae sic clitter-clatter;
Than whilk I trow, Few drugs in doctor's shops are better
For me or you.
Tho' joints be stiff as ony rung,
Out o'er the lugs 'Twill mak. ye souple, swack and young,
Tho cholic or the heart-scad teaze us, Or ony
inward dwaam should seize’us, It masters a' sic fell diseases,
That wad ye spulzie, And brings them to a canny crisis
Wi' little tulzie,
Wer't na for it the bouny lasses
That aft conveen
To catch our een.
The fairest then might die a maid,
Cou'd then discover, Whether the features under shade
Were worth a lover?
As Simmer rains bring Simmer flowers, An' leaves to clead the birken bowers, Sae beauty gets by caller showers,
Sae rich a bloom, As for estate, or heavyd owers,
Aft stands in room.
What maks Auld Reikie's dames sae fair ?
The best of
ony, That gars them a' sic graces
skair, An' blink sae bonny. .
On May-day, in a fairy ring,
To weet their een,
To synd them clean.
O may they still pursue thė way,
And, like her, be
The Muse, and me.