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Название: Poems and Songs of Robert Burns

Автор: Robert Burns

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СКАЧАТЬ style="font-size:15px;">       Till Willie Howe took o'er the knowe

       For Philadelphia, man;

       Wi' sword an' gun he thought a sin

       Guid Christian bluid to draw, man;

       But at New York, wi' knife an' fork,

       Sir-Loin he hacked sma', man.

       Burgoyne gaed up, like spur an' whip,

       Till Fraser brave did fa', man;

       Then lost his way, ae misty day,

       In Saratoga shaw, man.

       Cornwallis fought as lang's he dought,

       An' did the Buckskins claw, man;

       But Clinton's glaive frae rust to save,

       He hung it to the wa', man.

       Then Montague, an' Guilford too,

       Began to fear, a fa', man;

       And Sackville dour, wha stood the stour,

       The German chief to thraw, man:

       For Paddy Burke, like ony Turk,

       Nae mercy had at a', man;

       An' Charlie Fox threw by the box,

       An' lows'd his tinkler jaw, man.

       Then Rockingham took up the game,

       Till death did on him ca', man;

       When Shelburne meek held up his cheek,

       Conform to gospel law, man:

       Saint Stephen's boys, wi' jarring noise,

       They did his measures thraw, man;

       For North an' Fox united stocks,

       An' bore him to the wa', man.

       Then clubs an' hearts were Charlie's cartes,

       He swept the stakes awa', man,

       Till the diamond's ace, of Indian race,

       Led him a sair faux pas, man:

       The Saxon lads, wi' loud placads,

       On Chatham's boy did ca', man;

       An' Scotland drew her pipe an' blew,

       “Up, Willie, waur them a', man!”

       Behind the throne then Granville's gone,

       A secret word or twa, man;

       While slee Dundas arous'd the class

       Be-north the Roman wa', man:

       An' Chatham's wraith, in heav'nly graith,

       (Inspired bardies saw, man),

       Wi' kindling eyes, cry'd, “Willie, rise!

       Would I hae fear'd them a', man?”

       But, word an' blow, North, Fox, and Co.

       Gowff'd Willie like a ba', man;

       Till Suthron raise, an' coost their claise

       Behind him in a raw, man:

       An' Caledon threw by the drone,

       An' did her whittle draw, man;

       An' swoor fu' rude, thro' dirt an' bluid,

       To mak it guid in law, man.

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      That A Girl In That Part Of The Country Was With A Child To Him.

      I am a keeper of the law

       In some sma' points, altho' not a';

       Some people tell me gin I fa',

       Ae way or ither,

       The breaking of ae point, tho' sma',

       Breaks a' thegither.

       I hae been in for't ance or twice,

       And winna say o'er far for thrice;

       Yet never met wi' that surprise

       That broke my rest;

       But now a rumour's like to rise—

       A whaup's i' the nest!

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      Enclosing Some Poems

       O Rough, rude, ready-witted Rankine,

       The wale o' cocks for fun an' drinkin!

       There's mony godly folks are thinkin,

       Your dreams and tricks

       Will send you, Korah-like, a-sinkin

       Straught to auld Nick's.

       Ye hae saw mony cracks an' cants,

       And in your wicked, drucken rants,

       Ye mak a devil o' the saunts,

       An' fill them fou;

       And then their failings, flaws, an' wants,

       Are a' seen thro'.

       Hypocrisy, in mercy spare it!

       That holy robe, O dinna tear it!

       Spare't for their sakes, wha aften wear it—

       The lads in black;

       But your curst wit, when it comes near it,

       Rives't aff their back.

       Think, wicked Sinner, wha ye're skaithing:

       It's just the Blue-gown badge an' claithing

       O' saunts; tak that, ye lea'e them naething

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