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Expiring Autumn's growling blast

Confound your Indian trash, B-e,

Town oTown o' B--n, town o' B--n, a' your foibles to scan' B--n, town o' B--n, a' your foibles to scan

Ye proud inhabitants of Preston town,

No venal bard, with sugar'd lays,

Inspired bard o’ Ettrick braes,

Accept these few lines, my dear Daniel Magerry

A’ ye wha’s fand o’ readin’ tales,

My curse upon you for a mouse,

Until our Spring's return

Since I was a boy in my ain native toun,

The wheels o’ progress birlin’ roon

Day in an’ day oot on his auld farrant loom,

Auld freen and helper up the hill,

We read o’ meetings to support

As on the stream o’ life we glide,