Sir,
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.
Yours,
Robert Burns.Mauchlin, Monday night, 10 o’clock.