My Son, these maxims make a rule, The Rigid Righteous is a fool, The cleanest corn that e'er was dight So ne'er a fellow-creature slight SOLOMON.-Eccles., 7:16. O ye who are sae guid yoursel, Ye've nought to do but mark and tell First when Maggie was my care, 5 Meg was meek, and Meg was mild, How we live, my Meg and me, 10 How we love, and how we gree,9 I care na by1o how few may see Whistle o'er the lave o't! Wha I wish were maggots' meat, Dish'd up in her winding-sheet, 15 I could write-but Meg wad see'tWhistle o'er the lave o't! |