THE AUTHOR'S EARNEST CRY AND PRAYER. O Whisky! soul o' plays an' pranks! Thou comes- -they rattle i' their ranks Thee, Ferintosh! O sadly lost! Now colic-grips, an' barkin hoast, May kill us a'; For loyal Forbes' charter'd boast Thae curst horse-leeches o' th' Excise, An' bake them up in brunstane pies For poor damn'd drinkers. Fortune if thou'll but gie me still An' deal't about as thy blind skill THE AUTHOR'S EARNEST CRY AND PRAYER. TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE AND HONOURABLE THE SCOTCH REPRESENTATIVES IN THE 9 |