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Thoughts in Khyme.
I am nae Poet in a sense,
But just a Rhymer, like, by chance, An' hae to learning nae pretence,
Yet, what the matter?
Whene'er my Muse does on me glance, I jingle at her.
LONDON:
SAMPSON LOW, LAMB'S CONDUIT STREET,
AND F. SKILL, SWAFFHAM, NORFOLK.
1825.