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T. R. Smith, comp. Poetica Erotica: Rare and Curious Amatory Verse. 1921–22.

I Am a Bard

By Robert Burns (1759–1796)
 

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.