To Dr John MacKenzie


Friday first's the day appointed By the Right Worshipful Anointed, To hold our grand Procession, To get a blade o' Johnie's Morals, And taste a swatch o' Manson's barrels, I' the way of our Profession: Our Master and the Brotherhood Wad a' be glad to see you; For me I would be mair than proud To share the mercies wi' you. If Death then wi' skaith then Some mortal heart is hechtin, Inform him, and storm him, That Saturday ye'll fecht him.

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John Shedden

About this work

This is a poem by Robert Burns. It was written in 1786 and is read here by John Shedden.

Themes for this poem

brotherhood religion

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