The Merry Muses of Caledonia/Poor Bodies do Naething but Mow
POOR BODIES DO NAETHING BUT MOW.
Tune—"The Campbells are Coming."
|This is by Burns. Writing to Cleghorn (December 12, 1792), he says—"By our good friend Crossbie, I send you a song just finished this moment. May the d——l follow with a blessing. Amen!" To Thomson, in July, 1794, he writes—"The needy man, who has known better times, can only console himself with a song, thus—
'While princes and prelates,' &c,"
When he was called in question about his political opinions, he wrote the following to Graham of Fintry (January 5, 1793)—"A tippling ballad which I made on Prince of Brunswick's breaking up his camp, and sung one convivial evening, I shall likewise send you, sealed up, as it's not for everybody's reading. This last is not worth your perusal; but lest Mrs. Fame should, as she has already done, use and even abuse her old privilege of lying, you shall be the master of everything, le pour et le contre, of my political writings and conduct."
The Emperor swore,
An alternative version of the last stanza.
But truce with commotions, and new fangled notions,