MS: 'Love and Liberty – A Cantata'

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MS: 'Love and Liberty – A Cantata'

He had no wish but -- to be glad,
Nor want but -- when he thirsted;
He hated nought but -- to be sad,
An' thus the muse suggested
His sang that night.

Air. -- Tune , for a' that an' a' that ----

I am a Bard of no regard,
Wi' gentle folks an' a' that;
But Homer-like, the glowran byke,
Frae town to town I draw that.
Chorus ----
For a' that an' a' that,
An' twice as muckle's a' that,
I've lost but ane, I've twa behin',
I've wife eneugh for a' that.

I never drank the Muses' Stank,
Castalia's burn, an' a' that,
But there it streams, an' richly reams,
My Helicon I ca' that.
For a' that &c.

Great love I bear to all the Fair,
Their humble slave an' a' that;
But lordly Will, I hold it still
A mortal sin to thraw that.
For a' that &c.

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