Classic and Contemporary Poetry
DUMFRIES, by ROBERT FERGUSSON Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: The gods sure in some canny hour / to bonny nith hae taen a tour Last Line: With frequent brimmer. Alternate Author Name(s): Ferguson, Robert Subject(s): Churchill, Charles (1731-1764); Drinks & Drinking; Towns; Wine | ||||||||
The gods sure in some canny hour To bonny Nith hae taen a tour, Whare bonny blinks the caller flow'r Beside the stream, And sportive there hae shawn their pow'r In fairy dream. Had Kirkhill here but kent the gate, The beauties on Dumfries that wait, He'd never turn'd his canker'd pate Of satire keen, Whan ilka thing's sae trig and feat, To cheer the een. I ken the stirrah loo'd fu weel Amang the drinking louns to reel, An claret wine or porter sweel, Whilk he could get, After a shank o' beer he'd peel, His craig to wet. Marshall's an' Bushby's then had fund Some kitchen gude, to lay the grund, And Cheshire mites had helped to hund And fley awa The heart-scad an' a scud o' wind Frae stamack raw. Had Horace liv'd, that pleasant sinner, That loo'd gude wine to synd his dinner, His muse tho' dowf, the deil be in her, She'd lous'd her tongue, The drink could round Parnassus rin her In blythest sang. Nae mair he'd sung to auld Maecenas, The blinking een o' bonny Venus, His leave o' them he'd taen at anis For claret here, Which Jove and a' his gods still rain us Frae year to year. O Jove, man, gie's some orra pence, Mair siller, an' a wie mair sense, I'd bigg to you a rural spence, An' bide a' simmer, An' cald frae saul and body fence With frequent brimmer. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CUP OF TREMBLINGS by JOHN HOLLANDER VINTAGE ABSENCE by JOHN HOLLANDER SENT WITH A BOTTLE OF BURGUNDY FOR A BIRTHDAY by JOHN HOLLANDER TO A CIVIL SERVANT by EDMUND JOHN ARMSTRONG WINE by FRIEDRICH MARTIN VON BODENSTEDT THE GOOD FELLOW by ALEXANDER BROME WHEN A WOMAN LOVES A MAN by DAVID LEHMAN BRAID CLAITH by ROBERT FERGUSSON THE DAFT DAYS by ROBERT FERGUSSON A DRINK ECLOGUE: LANDLADY, BRANDY AND WHISKY by ROBERT FERGUSSON |
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