Classic Poem

SPOKEN TO THREE YOUNG LADIES.

M E , anes three beauties did surround,
And ilka beauty gave a wound,
Whilst they with smiling eye,
Said, " Allan, which think ye maist fair?
" Gi'e judgment frankly; never spare. " —
" Hard is the task, " said I.

But added, seeing them sae free,
" Ladies, ye maun say mair to me,
" And my demand right fair is;
" First, like the gay celestial three,
" Shaw a' your charms, and then ha'e wi' ye,
" Faith, I shall be your Paris. "