The works of Alexander Pennecuik of New-Hall, M.D.; containing the description of Tweeddale, and miscellaneous poems. A new edition, with copious notes, forming a complete history of the county to the present time. To which are prefixed, memoirs of Dr Pennecuik, and a map of the shire of Peebles, or Tweeddale |
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A LETTER TO ALEXANDER BAILIE OF CALENS,
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A LETTER TO ALEXANDER BAILIE OF CALENS,
WHO HAD BORROWED A SHEARING HAY SPADE FROM THE AUTHOR, BUT STILL DELAYED TO RETURN THE SAME.
Calens, I send you rhyme, send me reason,Why you keep up my spade so long a season?
What say you for yourself, man? Fy for shame,
Should not a lend come always laughing hame.
I sent my boy, I did so little doubt it,
And yet the silly goose came back without it.
Sir, to our skaith it's kend, a shorter time
Might with great ease shorn both your hay and mine.
What was it, Calens, that made you so cross,
Was you then preses at the noble house;
When you with old Nathaniel and Halmire,
Were keeping committees at Sandy's fire?
It sets you well to labour in your station
To raise up soldiers for a reformation;
We ken the school that ye were trained in,
An arch malignant, so are all your kin.
Now send me back my spade, or I'm a knave,
If that same spade help not to dig your grave.
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