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Kumara Times, Issue 851, 23 June 1879, Page 3

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_ Fair fa' your reugh kent speckle face, Great staple o' a sturdy race ; Fu' brawly ye can fill a space In hungry Wyme; Nor shall ye want for sounclin' grace, Or e'en a hymne. Hoar us, ye po'ers wha rule abin ; Wi' rav'rent han' we claucht the spin, An gratefu' flauchter thro the skin, Sa teuch to boo ; Uuthankfu' for't twad be a sin To sup bargoo ! Is there wha views a weel-boil'd bowl Wi f walth o' soor dook cheek for chowl, An yawmrin' ligh'lys -wi' a scowl Or gloomin' glumph ; He's naething but a taupit soul—"A senseless sumph. As for Jfhe pnir degenerate Scot, . Wha grews an' scunners at a knot, Or waefu' mints at back-door trot, •Or fulsome win' ; Ye may jeloose its like as iiot His feckless .skin. But Lord hoo comes oor fates to differ Fra theirs Whase oroudy micht be stiffer, Whase plitterin' jaups they'd gledly niffer " ' ,"*" . Far this here noo, Whase Jiungry bairns wad laugh an' nicher To hear't play peugh. For weel I wat dool sorrow ligh'ens, When guid aite meal the toom kyte tigh'- ~ ens, An' peely wally waens it brigh'ena, Tho' white's a chucky ; Then dinna dale't in flous an flighens, ;.'■•" ■''But gietheni't.lucky, An' spite o' war's alarmin' clanks, Wi* wide strahiash o' breakin' banks, An* sad misleart an' loopy praliks, In some wha shuid Be tightly pay'd in verkin' yanks An' scrimpt their fuid. Let a' guid po'ers speed on the time That's promised ilka creed an' clime, TJnmarked by grespin' greed or crime In prince or ozarwich 5 When ane an' a' at. e'enuV chime, Draw to their parritch. A. B.