BY PEARL W. BARTON.
O Robbie Burns, dear Robbie Burns,
You dee'd sae lang ago!
But still your name is bright wi' fame,
Immortal in its glow.
Men can't forget the truths you set
Adrift in magic rhyme;
The sangs you wrote are still afloat
Upon the Stream o' Time.
Your Tam-o'-Shanter's still alive,
Astride his gray mare Mag,
Who flew before the witches sour,
A fleet, immortal nag.
Your cotter's children still come hame
Each Saturday at eve,
For converse there, and then a prayer
Before they take their leave.
Your sang still rings around the warl',
Wi' manhood in the van,
A voice supreme, a noble dream
O' men, "A Man's a Man!"
"Should Auld Acquaintance Be Forgot?"
Nae, nae! they're here tae stay
'Till Robbie Burns' birthday returns,
Ten thousand years away.
Troy Times. January 25, 1919: 13 col 1.