WITH GOD'S FAVOR 



An' noo the winter winds complain; 

 Cauld lies the glacer in ilka lane; 

 On draigled hizzie, tautit wean 



An' drucken lads, 

 In the mirk nicht, the winter rain 



Dribbles and blads. 



Whan bugles frae the Castle rock 

 An' beaten drum wi' dowie shock, 

 Wauken, at cauld-rife sax o'clock, 



My chitterin' frame, 

 I mind me on the kintry cock, 



The kintry hame. 



I mind me on yon bonny bield; 

 An' Fancy traivels far afield 

 To gaither a' that gairdens yield 



O* sun an' Simmer: 

 To hearten up a dowie chield, 

 Fancy's the limmer! 



R. L. STEVENSON. 



Underwoods. 



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