Hail, thairm-inspirin, rattlin Willie! fiddle string Tho’ Fortune’s road be rough an’ hilly To every fiddling, rhyming billie, fellow We never heed; 5 But take it like th’ unback’d Fillie, unbroken young horse Proud o’ her speed. When, idly goavin, whyles we saunter, staring stupidly, wander Yirr, Fancy barks, — awa we canter, a growl, away Up-hill, down-brae, till some mishanter, hill-slope, mishap 10 Some black Bog-hole, Arreests us; then the scathe an’ banter harm We’re forced to thole. Hale be your HEART! Hale be your FIDDLE! healthy/sound Lang may your elbuck jink an’ diddle, long, elbow, play 15 To cheer you through the weary widdle trouble O this vile Warl: world Until you on a cummock dridle, short stick, totter A gray-hair’d Carl! old man Come WEALTH, come POORTITH, late or soon, poverty 20 Heaven send your HEART-STRINGS ay IN TUNE!
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