Hughie Flatters Saunders with an Ironical Description of Himself, pp.55-57.

[Horace in Homespun Contents]

Nec si quid olim lusit Anacreon, 

Delevit ætas.” – CAR. IV. 9. 

I TUNE my pipe to Doric strains 

Wi’ great gude will, an’ meikle pains, 

Altho’ my skill be like my gains – 

Baith unco sma’; 

An’ yet a something tae remains 

Aboon the blaw. 

– 

It’s no’ for a’ the pipin’ crew 

To blaw sic strains as Robbie blew; 

It’s no’ for ilka bard to pu’ 

A branch saw green 

As cleeds wi’ laurel Robbie’s broo 

Doun to the een. 

– 

Yet humbler menstrils hae their meed; 

There’s Allan wi’ his rural reed, 

An’ Fergusson, sae bauld to lead, 

Sae sune to fa’, 

An’ Jamie Hogg, a border breed, 

An’ Paisley’s twa. 

– 

Forbye the bards that aulder are, 

Like Barbour, Douglas, an’ Dunbar, 

An’ Lyndsay – wha in Fife wad daur 

His name forget? 

A’ haill, an’ scarce a hair the waur, 

An’ pipin’ yet! 

– 

Such recompense the Muses gie 

The Makkars a’ in their degree, 

That neither they themsels’ can dee, 

Nor what they notice; 

While what they slicht, or dinna see, 

Quickly forgot is. 

– 

Brave men were born afore the Bruce; 

An’ mony an auld heroic Hoose 

Has slippit through Oblivion’s sluice, 

An’ ne’er a wird o’t! 

They did braw things to little use – 

We never heard o’t! 

– 

An’, therefore, Saunders, when ye gang, – 

But late may that day be, an’ lang! 

I promise ye a burr’al sang 

As sune’s we’ve tint ye, 

To keep you name amon’ the thrang 

That comes ahint ye. 

– 

I’ll tell them o’ your noble hert, 

An’ hoo ye took the puir man’s pairt, 

An’ garr’d a greedy rascal smairt, 

A graspin’ cratur’; 

I’ll spread abroad wi’ a’ my airt 

Your generous natur’. 

– 

I’ll sing your noble confidence 

An’ trust in man; your common sense 

That lat ye see thro’ a’ pretence, 

Yet smile to see ‘t; 

I’ll sing the virtues that gaed hence 

When Saunders dee’d. 

– 

[Per Contra. – Rin, little postscripp, rin an’ tell 

That Saunders as he’s drawn ‘s a sell, 

For Saunders crams into a shell 

His sordid natur’, 

Cheats, an’ distrusts, an’ is himsel 

The graspin’ cratur’!] 

Note. – By “Paisley’s Twa,” Hugh probably intends Alexander Wilson, and Tannahill. 

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