lines on meeting with lord daer 注释标题 at the house of professor dugald stewart.

this wot ye all whom it concerns,

i, rhymer robin, alias burns,

october twenty-third,

a ne'er-to-be-forgotten day,

sae far i sprackl'd up the brae,

i dinner'd wi' a lord.

i've been at drucken writers' feasts,

nay, been bitch-fou 'mang godly priests—

wi' rev'rence be it spoken!—

i've even join'd the honour'd jorum,

when mighty squireships of the quorum,

their hydra drouth did sloken.

but wi' a lord!—stand out my shin,

a lord—a peer—an earl's son!

up higher yet, my bonnet

an' sic a lord!—lang scoth ells twa,

our peerage he o'erlooks them a',

as i look o'er my sonnet.

but o for hogarth's magic pow'r!

to show sir bardie's willyart glow'r,

an' how he star'd and stammer'd,