Chapter 369 of 1414 · 58 words · ~1 min read

LVII.

ON A NOTED COXCOMB.

[Neither Ayr, Edinburgh, nor Dumfries have contested the honour of producing the person on whom these lines were written:--coxcombs are the growth of all districts.]

Light lay the earth on Willy's breast, His chicken-heart so tender; But build a castle on his head, His skull will prop it under.

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