On the 250th anniversary of Robert Fergusson’s death, here is the last track on the Auld Reikie album:

 

To sing yet meikle does remain,
Undecent for a modest strain;
And sin’ the poet’s daily bread is,
The favour o’ the Muse or ladies,
He downa like to gie offence
To delicacy’s bonny sense;

Therefore the stews remain unsung,
And bawds in silence drap their tongue.
Reikie, farewel! I ne’er cou’d part
Wi’ thee but wi’ a dowy heart;

Aft frae the Fifan coast I’ve seen
Thee tow’ring on thy summit green,

So glowr the saints when first is given
A fav’rite keek o’ glore and heaven;
On earth nae mair they bend their ein,
But quick assume angelic mien;

So I on Fife wad glowr no more,
But gallop’d to Edina’s shore.

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