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31O TONE-POETRY OF ROBERT BURNS
Barr Steenie! Barr Steenie, What mean ye, what mean ye ? If ye'll meddle nae mair wi' the matter, Ye may hae some pretence, To havins and sense, Wi' people wha ken ye nae better— Barr Steenie ! Wi' people wha ken ye nae better.
Jamie Goose! Jamie Goose,
Ye hae made but toom roose, In hunting the wicked Lieutenant;
But the Doctor's your mark,
For the Lord's haly ark He has cooper'd and ca'd a wrang pin in't,— Jamie Goose ! He has cooper'd and ca'd a wrang pin in't.
Davie Bluster ! Davie Bluster, For a saint if ye muster, The corps is no nice o' recruits; Yet to worth let's be just, Royal blood ye might boast, If the Ass were the king o' the brutes,— Davie Bluster! If the Ass were the king o' the brutes.
Cessnock side ! Cessnock side,
Wi' your turkey-cock pride, Of manhood but sraa' is your share ;
Ye've the figure, 'tis true,
Even your faes will allow, And your friends daurna say ye hae mair— Cessnock side ! And your friends daurna say ye hae mair.
Muirland Jock! Muirland Jock,
Whom the Lord gave a stock Wad set up a tinkler in brass,
If ill manners were wit,
There 's no mortal so fit To prove the poor Doctor an ass— Muirland Jock! To prove the poor Doctor an ass.
Andro Gouk! Andro Gouk,
Ye may slander the Book, And the Book not the waur, let me tell ye ;
Tho' ye're rich, and look big,
Yet, lay* by hat and wig, And ye'll hae a calfs head o' sma' value— Andro Gouk! And ye'll hae a calfs head o' sma' value.