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252 TONE-POETRY OF ROBERT BURNS
And there will be Heron, the Major Wha'll ne'er be forgot in the Greys:
Our flatt'ry we'll keep for some other : Him only its justice to praise !
And there will be maiden Kilkerran,
An' also Barskimming's gude Knight; And there will be roarin Birtwhistle,
Yet luckily roars in the right! And there'll be Stamp Office Johnnie
(Tak tent how ye purchase a dram). And there will be gay Cassencarry
And there'll be gleg Colonel Tam.
And there'll be wealthy young Richard,
Dame Fortune should hing by the neck : For prodigal, thriftless bestowing—
His merit had won him respect. And there will be rich brother Nabobs,
(Tho' nabobs, yet men not the first,) And there will be Collieston's whiskers,
An' Quinton—o' lads no the worst !
Then hey! the chaste interest o' Broughton,
And hey ! for the blessings 'twill bring ; It may send Balmaghie to the Commons—
In Sodom 'twould make him a king; An' hey! for the sanctified Murray,
Our land wha wi' chapels has stor'd ; He founder'd his horse among harlots,
But gied the auld naig to the Lord !
No. 271. O Logan, sweetly didst thou glide.
Tune : Logan Water Orpheus Caledonius, 1733, No. 23.