!a' ye flocks, o'er a' the hills, And get the brutes the power themsels, Then Orthodoxy yet may prance, Be banish'd o'er the sea to France; M Let him bark there. Then Shaw's and D'rymple's eloquence, -ll's close nervous excellence, M'Q's pathetic manly sense, Wi' S-th, wha thro' the heart can glance, THE INVENTORY: In Answer to a Mandate sent by the Surveyor of the Windows, Carriages, &c. to each Farmer, ordering him to send a signed List of his Horses, Servants, Wheel-Carriages, &c. and whether he was a married Man or a Bachelor, and what Children he had. SIR, as your mandate did request, Imprimis then, for carriage cattle, My Lan' afore's* a guide auld has been, If he be spar'd to be a beast, The fore-horse on the left-hand in the plough. § The hindmost horse on the left-hand of the plough, I made a poker o' the spin'le, An' my auld mother brunt the trin'le.For men, I've three mischievous boys, Run deils for rantin and for noise; A gaudsman ane, a thrasher tother, Wee Davock hauds the nowt in fother. I rule them as I ought, discreetly, An' aften labour them completely. An' ay on Sundays duly nightly, I on the questions targe them tightly; Till faith, wee Davock's turn'd sae gleg, Tho' scarcely langer than your leg, He'll screed you aff Effectual Calling, As fast as ony in the dwalling. I've nane in female servan' station, (L-d keep me ay frae a' temptation!) I hae nae wife; and that my bliss is, An' ye have laid nae tax on misses; An' then if kirk folks dinna clutch me, I ken the devils dare na touch me, Wi' weans I'm mair than weel contented, Heav'n sent me ane mae than I wanted. My sonsie smirking dear-bought Bess, She stare's the daddy in her face, Enough of ought ye like but grace. But her, my bonnie sweet wee lady, I've paid enough for her already, An' gin ye tax her or her mither, B' the L-d! ye'se get them a' thegither. And now, remember Mr A-k—n, Nae kind of licence out I'm takin Frae this time forth, I do declare, My travel a' on foot I'll shank it. Sae dinna put me in your buke, Nor for my ten white shillings luke. This list wi' my ain hand I wrote it, Then know all ye whom it concerns, Subscripsi huic, Mossgiel, Feb. 22d, 1786. ROBERT BURNS, THE HENPECK'D HUSBAND. CURS'D be the man the poorest wretch in life, EPITAPH, ON A HENPECK'D COUNTRY SQUIRE. As father Adam first was fool'd,. EPIGRAM ON SAID OCCASION. O DEATH, had'st thou but spar'd his life, Ev'n as he is, cauld in his graff, ANOTHER. ONE Queen Artemisa, as old stories tell, |