To Gavin Hamilton, Esq., Mauchline, recommending a Boy
I hold it, sir, my bounden duty
To warn you how that Master Tootie,
Alias, Laird MGaun,
Was here to hire yon lad away
Bout whom ye spak the tither day,
An wad hae dont aff han;
But lest he learn the callan tricks
An faith I muckle doubt him
Like scrapin out auld Crummies nicks,
An tellin lies about them;
As lieve then, Id have then
Your clerkship he should sair,
If sae be ye may be
Not fitted otherwhere.
Altho I sayt, hes gleg enough,
An bout a house thats rude an rough,...
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Poems by Robert Burns