An' unco pack an' thick thegither ; 

 Wi' social nose whyles snuff d and snowkit ; 

 Whyles mice and moudieworts they howkit ; 

 Whyles scour'd awa in lang excursion, 

 An' worry'd ither in lang diversion ; 

 Until wi' daffin' weary grown, 

 Upon a knowe they sat them down, 

 An' there began a lang digression 

 About the lords o' the creation. 

 • 



Robert Burns. 



On the Death of a Lap-Dog, named Echo ^ 



IN wood 

 Your 



N wood and wild, ye warbling throng, 

 heavy loss deplore ; 



Now half-extinct your powers of song, 

 Sweet Echo is no more. 



Ye jarring, screeching things around, 



Scream your discordant joys ; 

 Now half your din of tuneless sound 



With Echo silent lies. 



Robert Burns. 



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