DEAR SIR, at ony time or tide,
I’d rather sit wi’ you than ride,
Though ’twere wi’ royal Geordie:
And trowth, your kindness, soon and late,
Aft gars me to mysel’ look blate-
The Lord in Heav’n reward ye!R. BURNS.ELLISLAND.
(Robert Burns)
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