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DEAR SIR, at ony time or tide, I’d rather sit wi’ you than ride, Though ’twere wi’ royal Geordie: And trowth, your kindness, soon and late, Aft gars me to mysel’ look blate— The Lord in Heav’n reward ye!R. BURNS.ELLISLAND.
Rhyming Reply to a Note from Captain Riddell
253Poems and Songs. The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.
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