Burns Night 2017


The Patron (Sir, ye maun forgie me;

I winna lie, come what will o’ me),

On ev’ry hand it will allow’d be,

He’s just – nae better than he should be.

I readily and freely grant,

He downa see a poor man want;

What’s no his ain, he winna tak it;

What ance he says, he winna break it;

Ought he can lend he’ll no refus’t,                 

Till aft his guidness is abus’d;

And rascals whyles that do him wrang,

Ev’n that, he does na mind it lang:

As Master, Landlord, Husband, Father,

He does na fail his part in either.

from A Dedication to Gavin Hamilton Esq, 1786