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SCOUNDREL WILL’S ADVICE
TO HIS SONS.
Scene—A Farmer's Spenee, not many miles from the famous
Town of Lochmaben.
"My son, give me thine heart, and let thine eyes observe my ways."
Solomon.
1.
Sit down, my sons, and hear your father;
I for your sakes have called you hither,
Before auld age begins to wither
This frame of mine,
And I my business, altogether,
To you resign.
2.
I care not though my neighbours clash
About the way I’ve made my cash,
And view me as a dirty trash,
And wish me ill,
And call me an unfeeling hash,
And scoundrel Will.
3.
I let them talk. Without their aid
A little money I have made;
And if to what may now be said
Ye’ll a’ take heed,
In ony line, I’m not afraid,
But ye’ll succeed.
