T. R. Smith, comp. Poetica Erotica: Rare and Curious Amatory Verse. 1921–22.
I Am a Bard
By Robert Burns (17591796)(From The Jolly Beggars) I AM a bard of no regard, | |
Wi’ gentle folks, an’ a’ that; | |
But Homer-like, the glowrin’ byke, | |
Frae town to town I draw that. | |
For a’ that, an’ a’ that, | 5 |
An’ twice as muckle’s a’ that; | |
I’ve lost but ane, I’ve twa behin’, | |
I’ve wife eneugh for a’ that. | |
I never drank the Muse’s stank, | |
Castaglia’s burn, an’ a’ that; | 10 |
But there it streams, and richly reams, | |
My Helicon I ca’ that. For a’ that, an’ a’ that, &c. | |
Great love I bear to a’ the fair, | |
Their humble slave, an’ a’ that; | |
But lordly Will, I hold it still | 15 |
A mortal sin to thraw that. For a’ that, an’ a’ that, &c. | |
In rapture sweet this hour we meet, | |
Wi’ mutual love an’ a’ that; | |
But for how lang the flie may stang, | |
Let inclination law that. For a’ that, an’ a’ that, &c. | 20 |
Their tricks and craft hae put me daft, | |
They’ve ta’en me in, an’ a’ that; | |
But clear the decks, and here’s the sex, | |
I like the jades for a’ that. For a’ that, an’ a’ that, &c. | |