Burns on Galloway

In looking across my poetry bookshelf I came across an old Songs by Burns. This is so old it has no date. The publisher is Walter Scott of 22 Warwick Lane London. It has a leather spine and a polished wooden back and front with illustrations of Barmouth. Yes, Barmouth in Wales. That place with strong connections with Robbie Burns. Flicking through I came across a short set of pomes that may amuse some people. Here they are.

• On Seeing The Beautiful Seat of Lord Galloway


What dost thou in that mansion fair? -
Flit, Galloway, and find
Some narrow, dirty, dungeon cave,
The picture of thy mind!


• On The Same


No Stewart art thou, Galloway
The Stewarts all were brave;
Besides, the Stewarts were but fools,
Not one of them a knave.


• On The Same


Bright ran thy line, O Galloway,
Through many a far-famed sire!
So ran the far-famed Roman way,
So ended in a mire!


• To The Same


On the Author's Being Threatened With His Resentment

Spare me thy vengeance, Galloway.
In quiet let me live:
I ask no kindness at thy hand,
For thou hast none to give.

What could Burns have meant?