Classic Poem

My best belovit brother of the band,
I grein to sie the silly smiddy smeik.
This is no lyfe that I live upaland
On raw rid herring reistit in the reik,
Syn I am subject somtyme to be seik,
And daylie deing of my auld diseis.
Eit bread, ill aill, and all things are ane eik;
This barme and blaidry buists up all my bees.
Ye knaw ill guyding genders mony gees,
And specially in poets. For example,
Ye can pen out twa cuple, and ye pleis;
Yourself and I, old Scot and Robert Semple.
Quhen we ar dead, that all our dayis bot daffis,
Let Christan Lyndesay wryt our epitaphis.