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The
Scott Monument
An
unco spire that stabs the lift
Like
some kirk steeple come adrift
And
in the Garden lighted doun
Richt
by the classical New Toun,
A
monument that makes the haill
O’
Princes street look out o’ scale
And
wi’ its Gothic fripperies
As
different as chalk frae cheese -
Sic
is thon ferlie o’ an alter
For
worshippers o’ Sir Walter.
For
pilgrims sound in wind and limb
There’s
gloomy, windin stairs to sclim
And
those that reach the tapmost stair
Can
hae a ticket to declare
They’ve
dune the lot.
I’m
bound to say,
As
readin habits go the day,
Gin
those wha’ve read the Novels through
Could
likewise hae a billet-doux
to
say they’ve dune the lot, I doubt
No
mony wad be handed out.
Douglas Fraser
1965
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