This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1877 edition. Excerpt: ...their crap: Lang have they ply'd that trade like busy bees, And suck'd the profit of the Pictland seas; Thence riches fish'd mair, by themselves confest, Than e'er they made by Indies East and West." O mighty fine and greatly was it spoke! Maun bauld Britannia bear Batavia's yoke? May she not open her ain ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1877 edition. Excerpt: ...their crap: Lang have they ply'd that trade like busy bees, And suck'd the profit of the Pictland seas; Thence riches fish'd mair, by themselves confest, Than e'er they made by Indies East and West." O mighty fine and greatly was it spoke! Maun bauld Britannia bear Batavia's yoke? May she not open her ain pantry-door, For fear the paughty State should gi'e a roar? Dare she nane of her herrings sell or prive, Afore she say, " Dear Matkie, wi' ye'r leave? " Curse on the wight wha tholes a thought sae tame! He merits not the manly Briton's name. Grant they 're good allies, yet it's hardly wise To buy their friendship at sae high a price. But frae that airth we needna fear great skaith, These people, right auldfarran, will be laith To thwart a nation wha with ease can draw Up ilka sluice they have, and droon them a'. Ah, slothfu' pride! a kingdom's greatest curse; How dowf looks gentry with an empty purse! How worthless is a poor and haughty drone, Wha thowleas stands a lazy looker-on! While active sauls a stagnant life despise, Still ravish'd with new pleasures as they rise. O'er lang, in troth, have we by-standers been, And loot fowk lick the white out of our een; Nor can we wyt them, since they had our vote; But now they 'se get the whistle of their groat! Here did the muse intend a while to rest, Till hameo'er spitefu' din her lugs opprest; Anither set of the envious kind (With narrow notions horribly confin'd) Wag their boss noddles, syne with silly spite Land ilka worthy project in a bite. They force with awkward grin their ridicule, And ca' ilk ane concern'd a simple fool, Excepting some wha a' the lave will nick, And gi'e them "nought but bare whop-shafts to lick. Malicious envy! root of a' debates, The plague of government and bane of...
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