A wee bit o' Burns

[John Donnelly]

Now, that could have been the first twitter post or even flaming. Meg ???.
If he tried that today, he'd likely get sued or at the very least blocked.
JD.

If we had a member called Andrew Turner, I’d worry

Nice one

[Penny Tray]

O Thou who kindly dost provide
For ev’ry creature’s want!
We bless the God of Nature wide,
For all Thy goodness lent.

And if it please Thee, heavenly Guide,
May never worse be sent;
But, whether granted or denied,
Lord, bless us with content.

*A GRACE BEFORE DINNER

[Penny Tray]

O Thou, in whom we live and move,
Who made the sea and shore,
Thy goodness constantly we prove,
And, grateful, would adore.

And, if it please Thee, Power above!
Still grant us with such store
The friend we trust, the fair we love,
And we desire no more.

*A GRACE AFTER DINNER

[Penny Tray]

We are na fou, we’re nae that fou,
But just a drappie in our e’e!
The cock may craw, the day may daw,
And ay we’ll taste the barley bree!

*WILLIE BREW’D A PECK O’ MAUT

[Penny Tray]

Sae how this sturt and strife may end,
There’s naebody can tell;
God grant the King and ilka man
May look weel to himsel!

*THE FIVE CARLINS

[Penny Tray]

May’st thou long, sweet crimson gem,
Richly deck thy native stem;
Till some ev’ning, sober, calm,
Dropping dews and breathing balm,
While all around the woodland rings,
And ev’ry bird thy requiem sings,
Thou, amid the dirgeful sound,
Shed thy dying honours round,
And resign to parent Earth,
The loveliest form she e’er gave birth.

*TO MISS CRUIKSHANK

[Penny Tray]

But to conclude my silly rhyme
(I’m scant o’ verse and scant o’ time):
To make a happy fireside clime
To weans and wife,
That the true pathos and sublime
Of human life.

*EPISTLE TO DR. BLACKLOCK

[Penny Tray]

Thou ling’ring star, with less’ning ray
That lov’st to greet the early morn,
Again thou usher’st in the day
My Mary from my soul was torn.

*THOU LINGERING STAR

[Penny Tray]

Hear, Land o’ Cakes, and brither Scots
Frae Maidenkirk to Johnie Groat’s,
If there’s a hole in a’ your coats,
I rede you tent it:
A chield’s amang you takin notes,
And faith he’ll prent it.

*ON THE LATE CAPTAIN GROSE’S PEREGRINATIONS THRO SCOTLAND

[Penny Tray]

Cease ye prudes, your envious railing!
Lovely Burns has charms – confess!
True it is, she had one failing;
Had ae woman ever less?

*LINES WRITTEN UNDER THE PICTURE OF THE CELEBRATED MISS BURNS

[Penny Tray]

Tho stars in skies may disappear,
And angry tempests gather,
The happy hour may soon be near
That brings us pleasant weather.

*NITHSDALE’S WELCOME HOME

[Penny Tray]

Peg Nicholson was a good bay mare,
And ance she bore a priest;
But now she’s floating down the Nith,
For Solway fish a feast.

*ELEGY ON WILLIE NICOL’S MARE