Per Contra
Go, Fame, an’ canter like a fillyThro’ a’ the streets an’ neuks o’ Killie;^3Tell ev’ry social honest billieTo cease his grievin’;For, yet unskaithed by Death’s gleg gullie.Tam Samson’s leevin’!
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