Horace in Scots
Vixi puellis
O' LIFE an' love I 'm by wi' a',
Tho' I 've had cause o' baith to brag;
Hang dirk an' chanter on the wa',
Nae mair I 'll reive or squeeze the bag.
Whaur on the left my lantren gleams
Weel gairdit by the sea-born queen,
I lay my love an' war worn leems,
Hae mony a midnicht tulzie seen.
O Venus, fae your island fair
Wi' snawless mountains, hear an' help,
Rax back your rung, an' ance — nae mair —
Gie saucy Meg a canny skelp.
O' LIFE an' love I 'm by wi' a',
Tho' I 've had cause o' baith to brag;
Hang dirk an' chanter on the wa',
Nae mair I 'll reive or squeeze the bag.
Whaur on the left my lantren gleams
Weel gairdit by the sea-born queen,
I lay my love an' war worn leems,
Hae mony a midnicht tulzie seen.
O Venus, fae your island fair
Wi' snawless mountains, hear an' help,
Rax back your rung, an' ance — nae mair —
Gie saucy Meg a canny skelp.
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