Robert Burns - To Mr. M'Adam, Of Craigen-Gillan lyrics

In answer to an obliging Letter he sent in the commencement of my poetic career. Sir, o'er a gill I gat your card, I trow it made me proud; "See wha taks notice o' the bard!" I lap and cried fu' loud. Now deil-ma-care about their jaw, The senseless, gawky million; I'll co*k my nose abune them a', I'm roos'd by Craigen-Gillan! 'Twas noble, sir; 'twas like yourself', To grant your high protection: A great man's smile ye ken fu' well Is aye a blest infection. Tho', by his banes wha in a tub Match'd Macedonian Sandy! On my ain legs thro' dirt and dub, I independent stand aye,— And when those legs to gude, warm kail, Wi' welcome canna bear me, A lee dyke-side, a sybow-tail, An' barley-scone shall cheer me. Heaven spare you lang to kiss the breath O' mony flow'ry simmers! An' bless your bonie la**es baith, I'm tauld they're loosome kimmers! An' God bless young Dunaskin's laird, The blossom of our gentry! An' may he wear and auld man's beard, A credit to his country.