DEDICATION TO THE SECOND EDITION. TO THE NOBLEMEN AND GENTLEMEN OF THE CALEDONIAN HUNT. MY LORDS AND GENTLEMEN— A SCOTTISH Bard, proud of the name, and whose highest ambition is to sing in his Country's service-where shall he so properly look for patronage as to the illustrious names of his native Land-those who bear the honors and inherit the virtues of their Ancestors? The Poetic Genius of my Country found me, as the prophetic bard Elijah did Elisha-at the plough; and threw her inspiring mantle over me. She bade me sing the loves, the joys, the rural scenes and rural pleasures of my native soil in my native tongue. I tuned my wild, artless notes as she inspired. She whispered me to come to this ancient Metropolis of Caledonia, and lay my songs under your honored protection. Though much indebted to your goodness, I do not approach you, my Lords and Gentlemen, in the usual style of Dedication, to thank you for past favors. That path is so hackneyed by prostituted learning, that honest rusticity is ashamed of it. Nor do I present this address with the venal soul of a servile Author, looking for a continuation of those favors. I was bred to the plough, and am independent. I come to claim the common Scottish name with you, my illustrious countrymen; and to tell the world that I glory in the title. I come to congratulate my Country that the blood of her ancient heroes still runs uncontaminated; and that from your courage, knowledge, and public spirit, she may expect protection, wealth, and liberty. In the last place, I come to proffer my warmest wishes to the great Fountain of honor, the Monarch of the universe, for your welfare and happiness. When you go forth to waken the Echoes, in the ancient and favorite amusement of your forefathers, may Pleasure ever be of your party; and may social Joy await your return! When harassed in courts or camps with the jostlings of bad men and bad measures, may the honest consciousness of injured worth attend your return to your native Seats; and may domestic Happiness, with a smiling welcome, meet you at your gates! May Corruption shrink at your kindling, indignant glance! and may Tyranny in the Ruler, and Licentiousness in the People, equally find you an inexorable foe! I have the honor to be, With the sincerest gratitude, and highest respect, My Lords and Gentlemen, Your most devoted, humble Servant, ROBERT BURNS. Edinburgh, April 4, 1787. POEMS, CHIEFLY SCOTTISH. THE TWA DOGS. A TALE. 'Twas in that place o" Scotland's isle, When wearing thro' the afternoon, The first I'll name, they ca'd him Cæsar, His locked, letter'd, braw" brass collar, The tither" was a ploughman's collie,' A rhyming, ranting, roaring billie," 18 1 Of 2 Had nothing to do at home.-3 Met.-4 Ears.-5 Whelped.6 Large, handsome.-7 Fiend, devil.-8 Would have.- A small dog.10 Smithy, or smith's workshop.-11 Having the hair matted together.12 Dog.-13 Ragged.-14 Stand, or stop.-15 To piss.-16 Stones and little hills.-17 The other.-18 A country cur.-19 A young fellow. Wha for his friend an' comrade had him, 6 5 Was made lang syne2-Lord knows how lang. Nae doubt but they were fain o' ither," 18 Wi' social nose whyles15 snuff't and snowkit," About the Lords o' the Creation. CÆSAR. I've aften wonder'd, honest Luath, What way poor bodies liv'd ava. Our laird gets in his racked rents, His coals, his kain,23 and a' his stents:24 His flunkies 25 answer at the bell: He ca's his coach, he ca's his horse; He draws a bonnie silken purse As lang 's my tail, where, thro' the steeks," 1 Cuchullin's dog in Ossian's Fingal. -2 Long since. 3 Sagacious.4 Leaped.-5 Trench, or sluice.-6 Engaging.-7 Having a white stripe down the face.-8 Every.-9 Shaggy. -10 Large.-11 Loins.-12 Curve.-13 Fond of each other. -14 And very intimate. -15 Sometimes.-16 Scented.— 17 Sometimes.-18 Moles.-19 Digged.-20 Merriment, foolishness.-21 A small hillock.-22 At all.-23 Fowls, &c., paid as rent by a farmer.-24 Tribute, dues of any kind.-25 Livery-servants.-26 Calls.-27 Stitches.-28 Peeps. Frae morn to e'en it's nought but toiling, His honor has in a' the lan': 6 An' what poor cot-folk pit' their painchs in, LUATH. Trowth, Cæsar, whyles they 're fasht' eneugh, 12 Wi' dirty stanes biggin' a dyke, 18 CÆSAR. But then to see how ye 're negleckit, 1 Cramming.-2 Hall-folk, servants.-3 Stomach.-4 Little.-5 Blasted.• A contemptuous appellation.-7 Put.-8 Paunch.-9 Troubled.-10 Digging. -11 Trench.-12 Building.-13 A numerous collection of small individuals. -14 Ragged children.-15 Day's work.-16 Clothing, necessaries.—17 Must. -18 Stout-made young men.-19 Hussies, young women.-20 A badger. |