to iss ferrier

enclosg the elegy on sir j h bir

nae heathen na shall i prefix,

frae pd or parnass;

auld reekie dgs the a&039; to sticks,

for rhy-spirg sses

jove&039;s tunefu&039; dochters three tis three

ade hor deep their debtor;

but, gien the body half an e&039;e,

ne ferriers wad done better!

st day y d was a bog,

down e&039;s street i stoited;

a creepg cauld prosaic fog

y very sense doited

do what i dought to set her free,

y saul y the ire;

ye turned a neuk—i saw your e&039;e—

she took the g like fire!

the ournfu&039; sang i here enclose,

gratitude i send you,

and pray, rhy as weel as prose,

a&039; gude thgs ay attend you!