Dear, Sir, at ony time or tide,
 I'd rather sit wi' you than ride,
 Though 'twere wi' royal Geordie:
 And trowth, your kindness, soon and late,
 Aft gars me to mysel' look blate--
 The Lord in Heav'n reward ye!
 R. Burns.
 Ellisland.
 Dear, Sir, at ony time or tide,
 I'd rather sit wi' you than ride,
 Though 'twere wi' royal Geordie:
 And trowth, your kindness, soon and late,
 Aft gars me to mysel' look blate--
 The Lord in Heav'n reward ye!
 R. Burns.
 Ellisland.