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TO JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY
Though aiblins some deserve as highlyO' that braw winsome lass an' wily
What gi'es a kiss to bardies slyly
An' sets 'em liltin',
I ken there's nane can equal Riley
To 'scape her jiltin'.
How comes it, man, ye ken sae well
The Muse's tricks? Hae ye a spell
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An' fu' in Fame's e'e?
Fame?—let that hizzie gae to hell!
Here 's to you, Jamesie!
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