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Full text of "New Poems And Variant Readings"

TO CHARLES BAXTER               49
Weary with all things, wearies of the years ; And our sad spirits turn toward the dead; And the tired child, the body, longs for bed.
TO CHARLES BAXTER
the death of their common friend, Mr. John Adam, Clev'k of convt,
OUR Johnie's deid.    The mair's the pity ! He's deid, an' deid o' Aqua-vitae. 0 Embro', you're a shrunken city,
Noo Johnie's deid! Tak hands, an' sing a burial ditty
Ower Johnie's heid.
To see him was baith drink an' meat, Gaun linkin' glegly up the street. He but to rin or tak a seat,
The wee bit body! Bern' aye unsicken on his feet
Wi' whusky toddy.
To be aye tosh was Johnie's whim, There's nane was better teut than him, Though whiles his gravit-knot wad dim'
Ahint his ear, An' whiles he'd buttons oot or in
The less ae mair.
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