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ers, particularly the Learned and the Polite, who may honor him with a perufal, that they will make every allowance for Education and Circumstances of Life: but, if after a fair, candid, and impartial criticism, he shall ftand convicted of Dulnefs and Nonfenfe, let him be done by, as he would in that cafe do by others--let him be condemned, without mercy, to contempt and oblivion.

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CONTENT S.

The Twa Dogs, a Tale,

Scotch Drink,

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The Author's earneft cry and prayer, to the right honorable and honorable, the Scotch representatives in the House of Commons, 29

The Holy Fair,

Address to the Deil,'

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The death and dying words of Poor Maillie, 62

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The auld Farmer's new-year-morning Salu-
tation, to his auld Mare, Maggy, on giving
her the accustomed ripp of Corn to han-
fel in the new year,

The Cotter's Saturday night, inscribed to
R. A. Efq;

To a Mouse, on turning her up in her Neft,
with the Plough, November, 1785,

Epiftle to Davie, a brother Poet,

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The Lament, occafioned by the unfortunate

iffue of a friend's amour,

Defpondency, an Ode,

Man was made to mourn, a Dirge,

THE

TWA DOGS,

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TALE.

WAS in that place o' Scotland's ifle,

That bears the name o' auld king

COIL,

Upon a bonie day in June,

When wearing thro' the afternoon,

Twa Dogs, that were na thrang at hame,
Forgather'd ance upon a time.

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The first I'll name, they ca'd him Cæfar, Was keepet for His Honor's pleasure ;

His hair, his fize, his mouth, his lugs,
Shew'd he was nane o' Scotland's dogs,
But whalpet fome place far abroad,
Where failors gang to fish for Cod.

His locked, letter'd, braw brass-collar Shew'd him the gentleman an' fcholar; But tho' he was o' high degree, The fient a pride na pride had he, But wad hae spent an hour careffan, Ev'n wi' a Tinkler-gipfey's mean: At Kirk or Market, Mill or Smiddie, Nae tawted tyke, tho' e'er fae duddie, But he wad ftan't, as glad to fee him, An' ftroan't on ftanes an' hillocks wi' him.

The tither was a ploughman's collie,
A rhyming, ranting, raving billie,
Wha for his friend an' comrade had him,
And in his freaks had Luath ca'd him,

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