To Miss Ferrier, Enclosing Elegy on Sir J. H. Blair
NAE heathen name shall I prefix
Frae Pindus or Parnassus;
Auld Reekie dings them a’ to sticks,
For rhyme-inspiring lasses.
Jove’s tunefu’ dochters three times three
Made Homer deep their debtor;
But, gi’en the body half an ee,
Nine Ferriers wad done better!
Last day my mind was in a bog,
Down George’s Street I stoited;
A creeping cauld prosaic fog
My very senses doited.
Do what I dought to set her free,
My saul lay in the mire;
Ye turned a neuk-I saw your ee-
She took the wing like fire!
The mournfu’ sang I here enclose,
In gratitude I send you;
And wish and pray in rhyme and prose,
A’ gude things may attend you!

