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"RIP VAN WINKLE."
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HOLY JAMIE'S PRAYER.
(With apologies to the shade of Burns.)
O Lord, Thou'st gi'en me gear an' gold;
Wherever I hae bocht an' sold
Thou'st heapit profits manifold:
To Thee the glory!
So twa three maitters I mak' bold
To lay afore Ye.
Thou kenst I'm piously inclined;
That gift o' land Thou'lt ca' to mind—
I've got the contract a'most signed
To big a store
(Virtue and profit are combined)
Just by the door.
Twa vessels o' Thy chosen nation
Have aye enjoyed Thine approbation
(The ither Jamie is a caution!
He dings us a');
Thou'st raised us to our lofty station,
We dinna craw.
Canty and croose we pu'd thegither,
Workin' as brither works wi' brither,
