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Sweet Singer that I loe the maist / O' ony, sin' wi' eager haste / I smacket bairn-lips ower the taste / O' hinnied sang, / I hail thee, though a blessed ghaist / In Heaven lang!
For weel I ken, nae cantie phrase, / Nor courtly airs, nor lairdly ways, / Could gar me freer blame, or praise, / Or proffer hand, / Where "Rantin' Robbie" and his lays / Thegither stand.