Classic Poem

ON HIS BEING CHOSEN-MEMBER OF PARLIAMENT .

M Y Burchet's name well pleas'd I saw
  Amang the chosen leet,
Wha are to give Britannia law,
  And keep her rights complete.

O may the rest wha fill the house
  Be of a mind with thee,
And British liberty espouse;
  We glorious days may see.

The name of patriot is mair great
  Than heaps of ill-won gear;
What boots an opulent estate,
  Without a conscience clear?

While sneaking sauls for cash wad trock
  Their country, God, and king,
With pleasure we the villain mock,
  And hate the worthless thing.

With a' your pith, the like of you,
  Superior to what 's mean,
Shou'd gar the trockling rogues look blue,
  And cow them laigh and clean.

Down with them,—down with a' that dare
  Oppose the nation's right;
Sae may your fame, like a fair star,
  Throu' future times shine bright.

Sae may kind heaven propitious prove,
  And grant whate'er ye crave;
And him a corner in your love,
  Wha is your humble slave.