Makar

*Allan Ramsay (15 October 1686 – 7 January 1758) was a Scottish poet

Sew win all is in the Anchoring of the Worlds demise,

the fraction off men Tally tee the aspect is the line,

to that the Movie Serenity explains this Worlds packs,

that lunge on the Weight of times to saving Latter grace.

Too say Good buy that Crown of what beget to Island lathe,

per the Happened once is done the Body timbers lung,

as that streak upon the Cork just bottle to that slung,

a swing of what is natural the Animals and stun!!

To part the sold from what is Bold the feather of the Crane,

to know the frog on the Hoof is saddled to a fold,

this is the Great expectorant that Cough of slugs at sole,

the Revelations of the disappear so Easy and its laugh!!

To that been Ribbon with the shade to say the suns go On,

the planet on this Ole Swan song is sentences Sir real,

at that is the Theme of Isolations toil,

so Natures steps to bet the faced and this of a Soil.

Top tongue of Memory fades of shingle it is the equalings,

a barrel for the Money grubbers and lists to Tang the fling,

etch that with the Natural sleeping through The Vains,

a Country whir^ole's to this Train as Station heard the pain.

A Satellite to Movie Hype a Board of Meed dee Um,

relaxed to know that Geese are from the sky in Every Thing,

that is the Cent of ick per Fume but Nauticals are bing sheet,

to that bounce of Whom has loved the Hug of sale`ing stream!!

Be of ground character the Muds of the read sea,

to ocean of the Spray machine Talends and the love,

there is a time in the Script that Name above the fountain Ink,

that Tattoo is on the Plane and rubs are in the trough`d!!

To be of Calendar to the Bring is of the brain on Miles,

kilometers to spell the fill as blanks are Isolations ranks to Brave in All the jugged,

a Watch in that is empty salve as My Life is loanly,

but as that is the Known to Fact I know that lives are Roaming!!

The Wild the Freeze the Melts and Bee's a Stingers Rave to old be frame,

the loose of ankle the timely snail a Banana Slug on jungle,

the Jaguar said to the Stars that theory is of railed,

to print he file and beast the Number as 666 is pail.

To jacket on the Energy the Practice and the Stile,

it is not the Matter time for that is the Tie Met Clocks,

exhaust shun for the written Some will prevail burst,

at that the still of picture slights its better than this baled!!

The loss of torque is of the lane that Nature does the Wig,

putting to the Plates of license the licorice and let us Trump,

a Wall green Hill to A mid dark Tale the boils of the tombed,

loanliness and simple rest is the bark of trees in let the barn just say to Shale,

that in this Site of google write I put that to not less,

it is the Take of the film and that is more than this Dumb sung to Providence and jail.

Sound, sound the music, sound it, Let hills and dales rebound it, Let hills and dales rebound it In praise of Archery. Used as a Game it pleases, The mind to joy it raises, And throws off all diseases Of lazy luxury.

Now, now our care beguiling, When all the year looks smiling, When all the year looks smiling With healthful harmony. The sun in glory glowing, With morning dew bestowing Sweet fragrance, life, and growing To flowers and every tree.

Tis now the archers royal, An hearty band and loyal, An hearty band and loyal, That in just thought agree, Appear in ancient bravery, Despising all base knavery, Which tends to bring in slavery, Souls worthy to live free.

Sound, sound the music, sound it, Fill up the glass and round wi't, Fill up the glass and round wi't, Health and Prosperity To our great chief and officers, To our president and counsellors, To all who like their brave forbears Delight in Archery.*