verses to collector mitchell

friend of the poet, tried and leal,

wha, wanting thee, might beg or steal;

ke, ke, the meikle deil

wi' a' his witches

are at it skelpin jig and reel,

in my poor pouches?

i modestly fu' fain wad hint it,

that one—pound—one, i sairly want it;

if wi' the hizzie down ye sent it,