64 The Dumfries Post Office, 1642-1910. 



The Craiglands next came in our sight — 

 The Beattock inn is on the right, 

 Where mony a weary travelling wight 



Has gotten rest 

 And entertainment, day and night, 



O' Wilson's best. 



We hied us on to Moffat town, 

 Saw Annan water rinnin' down, 

 And Granton standing up aboun 



Near the Beef-tub, 

 Named for the devil, filthy loun. 



Vile Beelzebub. 



We now to MTntosh's^'^ went, 

 Got meat and drink to our content. 

 Then baith prepared to tak' the bent. 



At Amisfield Town 

 They had me safe, or e'er I ken't. 



And set me down. 



Now to my kind friend, Mr Fraser, 



And the Contractors, I wi' pleasure 



Give grateful thanks, while I'm Will Caesar; 



I shall not fail 

 To wish them life, and health, and treasure. 



And mony a mail. 



But yet, I hope, they'll understan' 

 The Dumfries still maun hae comman', 

 For she's weel worth 't in ony Ian', 



Where mails are seen. 

 Yes, war' there hundreds in a ban'. 



She wad be queen. 



We have already indicated that for a considerable time prior 

 to the re-establishment of the Edinburgh, Dumfries, and Port 

 Patrick line of communication a coach existed on the Dumfries 

 and Port Patrick and Dumfries and Carlisle roads. Thus we are 



23. The mail coach guard. 





