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And sentence pass'd upon us a'.
My kindly frien's that now looks won
And greets me on this doleful day;
Though i'm the first that gets the cast,
Ye need na think I'll be the last:
There's monie mare their lives will lack,
In virtue of the new made act,
In honour, I the list commence,
Submits to fare without defence,
And camely yields to time my breath,
A victim to proud statesmans wrath.
Who aft thinks fit to take so free,
As take the thing they ne'er could gi'e,
Poor simple Dogs 'tis time to dread,
There's now a price set on your head,
And few has had the luck to miss,
Was brand wi' sicko mark as this,
Oh' a' the tricks in world's trash,
The highest triumphs the ready cash.
And though the trifle is but sma',
It adds to bulk when gathered a'.
And some would tell on you and me,
For shilling, less then twa or three;
Yet I hae something mair to say,
And tell the proudest m———h o' the day,
That I was form'd by the same han'
Which made the k—g o every land,
And that by nature I am free,
And filled my place as well as he
For I remain'd as I was made,