Robert Burns, 1786
Ye sons of old Killie, assembled by Willie,|
To follow the noble vocation;
Your thrifty old mother has scarce such another
To sit in that honoured station.
I've little to say, but only to pray,
As praying's the ton of your fashion;
A prayer from thee Muse you well may excuse
'Tis seldom her favourite passion.
2. Ye powers who preside o'er the wind, and the tide,
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