Explore "Address of Beelzebub" by Robert Burns on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
To the Right Honourable the Earl of Breadalbane, President of the Right Honourable and Honourable the Highland Society, which met on the 23rd of May last at the Shakespeare, Covent Garden, to concert ways and means to frustrate the designs of five hundred Highlanders, who, as the Society were informed by Mr. M'Kenzie of Applecross, were so audacious as to attempt an escape from their lawful lords and masters whose property they were, by emigrating from the lands of Mr. Macdonald of Glengary to the wilds of Canada, in search of that fantastic thing-Liberty.
Long life, my Lord, an' health be yours, / Unskaithed by hunger'd Highland boors; / Lord grant me nae duddie, desperate beggar, / Wi' dirk, claymore, and rusty trigger, / May twin auld Scotland o' a life / She likes-as butchers like a knife.