LINES.

Clutha Leader, Volume V, Issue 212, 2 August 1878, Page 2

LINES.

[The following lines were sent to J. M., Dunedm, from his companion in Glasgow]. Dbae, Jack, I've taon the notion new, Tae write a line or twa, tae you in limping rhyme-, I : Ji m.yybe rue, Au' that goy aah*3 v, .mit ye hae rhymed, if a' be true, • Sac treat, me fairly. Your welcome letter by Brindisi, Enclosing also carte de visi ; j A rhyme tao clink is no sac easy, j _ But I hae jump't it, An' gif tha same it din.ua please ye, Ye iist maun lump it. Proud am I ye look sac hale ; Whaur 'ere ye hide ye get yer kale, An' parrifceh tae, I wull go bail, In milk weel drookit, ' .Auld Scotia's food o' food the wale, As Burns Jiafj hook't it. ■ The " Manly Art " I see ye lme, But mind ma man tae what I say, An' never seek tae join a fray For love o' waurin', JSTor for the sake o' moro display, Be aye at sparrin'. T?or I hae seen tho proocl consate Knock' t oot a " bounce " — ay jist as nate Aa ye could quote the wages' rate 0' 'prentice hinders, An' hand his jaw an' sing gey quid, Nor need reminders. Ye flyie on me for my neglect, An' dreadfu' want o' self-respect, An' faith when I on it reflect, Ye're richt sac far ; Sac I maun jist ths slip correct, " Bog pardon," Mrs 11. Weel, man, she's jiat as quid. as ever, An' whisper canny, aye as clever, An' means tee .fill my household quiver, If richt I see, For pitting ac thing wi' anifcher, I'll suns hae three. The kiddies twa are hale an' weel, Aye efter something high tao speel, Au' weavmg sa ir baith tae an : heel, An' clumping tacket, An' -jist the noo I heard a sq'uool, ••' O, stop that racket." I dinna think I teFt ye o't, But I a tozio tyke hae got, A terrier o' the breed cad Scot, Something like '• Tinker." O' him. I'm sure ye'd think a lot, .For he'a a clinker. As for mysel' I'm keeping stoot,Tho' whiles a. woe bit 'put aboot, .For " iic.kle fortune " gi.es a cloot, Aii' whiles a blessiu', An' I hae jist my bade tao loot, Au' tak' the lesson, An' sac maun ye that'?; far awa', Accept her smilo an' stan' the thraw, Tiio' canny whiles, the Cl girr " aye ca' *'A 1 tvo.3 ambition, iul success can croon it a' 1 n'sf'/eefc completion. I've spun an' spun till a' the tow Ie nearly seartit ni? my pow, Or f-ingeit wi' poetic low, Tao car words clink*, An Dli'i. l JU:U CWi:.«.L CJlilrtO i.». i'oiV". Td hae kou'io drink. In h^pe-s to rai'jo the i'oc;ble spark, Tbat iiiekors ?u my mind d--rl:, Fo:: by my word it'ii he.?vy e=>rk, Ti*o write, thi 3 iicreed. An' tho' I did it for a " lark," It';* been a tack inr'tced. Here's tae ye (in a wacht o' wjiter), Miiy^ye hupvuvo an 5 aye'grov/ fatter, An' fortune "•till upon ye scatter, fimilea on yc'r heid, -Is aye the prayer and earnest patter, O' j?rederick Reid.