Yours this moment I unseal, And faith I'm gay and hearty! To tell the truth and shame the deil, I am as fou as Bartie: But Foorsday, sir, my promise leal, Expect me o' your partie, If on a beastie I can speel, Or hurl in a cartie.
And, here I thought I could decipher British. Shows what I know.
When Burns went to the intelligentsia in Edinburgh even they could not understand many of the words.He wrote as he spoke in a Galloway accent, or is that dialect? And dialects were much stronger in those days. He got on well with the ladies mind!
@A. - I am in awe! I am always in awe.@Stephanie B - Don't look to me for help! :)@Adullamite: I sometimes think he just made some of that up! I heard about him and the ladies (I could tell you of another poem that even A. doesn't know about.)