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wee allan.
Whiles he tint a' expectation,
Faced his weary, hameward way,
Then his mither's mute vexation
Garr'd him try anither day;
No for freen's o' rhyme to aid him—
A' sic thochts had flown his head,
But for place, whar wages paid him
Might procure him daily bread.
Faced his weary, hameward way,
Then his mither's mute vexation
Garr'd him try anither day;
No for freen's o' rhyme to aid him—
A' sic thochts had flown his head,
But for place, whar wages paid him
Might procure him daily bread.
Part Second.
At a ha' whar doors aye bangin',
Business, wealth, and bustle mark,
Crowds o' candidates are thrangin',
Fain to be the "wanted clerk."
'Neath a porch's shadow bidin,
Frae the lave, wi' downcast een,
Allan shrinks, his shabb'd claes hidin',
Thankfu' for the darksome screen.
Business, wealth, and bustle mark,
Crowds o' candidates are thrangin',
Fain to be the "wanted clerk."
'Neath a porch's shadow bidin,
Frae the lave, wi' downcast een,
Allan shrinks, his shabb'd claes hidin',
Thankfu' for the darksome screen.
Taint o' heart to mak' the trial,
Mair inclined to slip awa',
Feelin' sure o' a denial
'Mangst sic chiels, sae trig an' braw.
Thus he lingered in a swither,
Till he saw them ane by ane
Enter ae door, by anither
Grain the street, till a> were gane.
Mair inclined to slip awa',
Feelin' sure o' a denial
'Mangst sic chiels, sae trig an' braw.
Thus he lingered in a swither,
Till he saw them ane by ane
Enter ae door, by anither
Grain the street, till a> were gane.
