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A Dream (第2/3页)
or say, ye wisdom want, or fire, to rule this mighty nation: but faith! i muckle doubt, my sire, ye've trusted ministration to chaps wha in barn or byre wad better fill'd their station than courts yon day. and now ye've gien auld britain peace, her broken shins to plaister, your sair taxation does her fleece, till she has scarce a tester: for me, thank god, my life's a lease, nae bargain wearin' faster, or, faith! i fear, that, wi' the geese, i shortly boost to pasture i' the craft some day. i'm no mistrusting willie pitt, when taxes he enlarges, (an' will's a true guid fallow's get, a envy spairges), that he intends to pay your debt, an' lessen a' your charges; but, god-sake! let nae saving fit abridge your bonie barges an'boats this day. adieu, my liege; may freedom geck beh yh prote; an' may ye rax corruption's neck, and gie her for disse! but since i'm here, i'll no , in loyal, true affe, to pay your queen, wi' due respect, may fealty an' subje this great birth-day. hail, majesty most excellent! while rive to please ye, will ye accept a pliment, a simple poet gies ye? thae bonie bairntime, heav'n has lent, still higher may they heeze ye in bliss, till fate some day is sent for ever to release ye frae care that day. for you, young potentate o'wales, i tell yhness fairly, down pleasure's stream, wi' swelling sails, i'm tauld ye're driving rarely; but some day ye may
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