To Burns

To Burns! brave Scotia’s laurel’d son
Who drove his plough on Helicon--
Who with his Doric rhyme erewhile
Taught English bards to mend their style--
And by the humour of his pen
Fairly befool’d auld Nickie-ben ...
Blithe Robbie Burns! we love thee well
Because thou wert so like thysel’,
And in full cups with festive cheer
We toast thy fame from year to year.