I thought them something like yoursel'.
Then patronize them wi' your favor,
And your petitioner shall ever—
I had amaist said, ever pray,
But that's a word I need na say;
For prayin, I hae little skill o't,
I'm baith dead-sweer, an' wretched ill o't;
But I'se repeat each poor man's pray'r,
That kens or hears about you, sir—
"May ne'er Misfortune's gowling bark,
Howl thro' the dwelling o' the clerk!