The dinner being over, the claret they ply, And every new cork is a new spring of joy; In the bands of old friendship and kindred so set, And the bands grew the tighter the more they were wet. Gay Pleasure ran riot as bumpers ran o'er; Six bottles a piece had well wore out the night, Then worthy Glenriddel, so cautious and sage, The gallant Sir Robert fought hard to the end; Thy line, that have struggled for freedom with Bruce, Shall heroes and patriots ever produce: So thine be the laurel, and mine be the bay, TO MARY IN HEAVEN. THOU ling'ring star, with less ning ray Again thou usher'st in the day My Mary from my soul was torn. O Mary! dear departed shade! Where is thy place of blissful rest? See'st thou thy lover lowly laid? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast That sacred hour can I forget, Can I forget the hallowed grove, Where by the winding Ayr we met, Eternity will not efface Those records dear of transports past; Thy image at our last embrace, Ah! little thought we 'twas our last! h Ayr, gurgling, kissed his pebbled shore, Proclaim'd the speed of winged day. Still o'er these scenes my mem'ry wakes, Where is thy place of blissful rest? See'st thou thy lover lowly laid? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast? TO DR BLACKLOCK. ELLISLAND, Oct. 21, 1789. Wow, but your letter made me vauntie ! COME you ayе BACK as weel's want ye, But what d'ye think, my trusty fier, Ye'll now disdain me! Ye glaiket, gleesome, dainty damies, That strang necessity supreme is ’Mang sons ’o men. have, two, boys must, food, clothes not cut early have many others Twist willow wands. Than mony ithers; But why should ae man better fare, Come, firm Resolve, take thou the van, Wha does the utmost that he can, Will whyles do mair. But to conclude my silly rhyme (I'm scant o' verse, and scant o' time), To make a happy fireside clime To weans and wife, That's the true pathos and sublime My compliments to sister Beckie; As e'er tread clay! And gratefully, my guid auld cockie, I'm yours for aye. ROBERT BURNS. one brothers seed-hemp won who sometimes, more children also know, chick ON CAPTAIN GROSE'S PEREGINATIONS THROUGH SCOTLAND, COLLECTING THE ANTIQUITIES OF THAT KINGDOM. Here, land o' Cakes, and brither Scots, Frae Maidenkirk* to Johnny Groat's; A chiel's amang you taking notes, if in your bounds ye chance to light And wow! he has an unco slight By some auld houlet-haunted biggin, Its ten to ane you'll find him snug in Some eldritch part, Wi' WARLOCKS, SP'RITES, AND IMPS colleaguin' At some black art. brother warn, observe fellow, among print plump fellow well great cleverness chalk, red crayon owl, building roof one fearful Ilk ghaist that haunts auld ha' or chaumer, each ghost,chamber Ye gipsy-gang that deal in glamour, necromancy An inversion of the name of Kirkmalden, in Wigtonshire, the most southerly parish in Scotland. John O'Groats is the most northerly dwelling in Scotland. And you deep-read in a' black grammar, Ye'll quake at his conjuring hammer, It's tauld he was a sodger bred, And ta'en the-Antiquarian trade, He has a fouth o' auld nick-nackets, And parritch-pats, and auld saut-backets Forbye, he'll shape you aff, fu' gleg, The knife that nicket Abel's craig, It was a faulding jocteleg, Or lang-kail gully. But wad ye see him in his glee, For meikle glee and fun has he, Then set him down, and twa or three Guid fellows wi' him; And port, O port! shine thou a wee, And then ye'll see him! Now, by the powers o' verse and prose! Thou art a dainty chiel, O Grose ! Whac'er o' thee shall ill suppose, They sair misca' thee, I'd take the rascal by the nose, Wad say, shame fa' thee. wizards told, soldier one, would, fallen quitted, thin sword abundance, old iron keep, shoe-nails twelvemonth full porridge-pot, [salt-box besides, off quickly dress neck clasp-knife large knife would much good little fellow much asperse would Five wighter carlines werna foun' handsomer, were not country The south contra within. To send a lad to Lon'on town, And mony a knight and mony a laird O mony a knight and mony a laird But nae ane could their fancy please, The first he was a belted knight, And he wad do their errands weel, And ilka ane at Lon'on court, Then next came in a sodger youth, many go no one two (Sir James Johnston) well much, would each one good-day (Captain Miller) And he wad gae to Lon'on town, If sae their pleasure was. He wadna hecht them courtly gifts, wouldn't promise But he wad hecht an honest heart would Wad ne'er desert a friend. whom these Now, wham to choose, and wham refuse, At strife thir carlines fell; For some had gentle folks to please, And some wad please themsel. Then out spak mim-mou'ed Meg o' Nith, And she wad send the sodger youth, For the auld guidman o' Lon'on court But she wad send the sodger youth Then up sprang Bess o' Annandale, That she wad vote the Border knight, prim-mouthed (The King (Prince of Wales) oath alone |