Is this thy plighted, fond regard,
Thus cruelly to part, my Katy?
Is this thy faithful swain's reward-
An aching, broken heart, my Katy?
Farewell! and ne'er such sorrows tear

That fickle heart of thine, my Katy!
Thou may'st find those will love thee dear-
But not a love like mine, my Katy.

FOR A' THAT AND A' THAT.

Is there, for honest poverty,

That hangs his head, and a' that!
The coward slave we pass him by,
We dare be poor for a' that!
For a' that, and a' that,

Our toils obscure, and a' that;
The rank is but the guinea's stamp,
The man's the gowd for a' that!

What though on hamely fare we dine,

Wear hoddin gray, and a' that;

Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine,

A man's a man for a' that!

For a' that, and a' that,

Their tinsel show, and a' that;

The honest man, though e'er sae poor,

Is king o' men for a' that

Ye see yon birkie, ca'd a lord,

Wha struts, and stares, and a' that; Though hundreds worship at his word, He's but a coof for a' that:

For a' that, and a' that,

His ribbon, star, and a' that;
The man of independent mind,
He looks and laughs at a' that.

A prince can mak a belted knight,
A marquis, duke, and a' that;
But an honest man's aboon his might,
Guid faith, he maunna fa' that!

For a' that, and a' that,

Their dignities, and a' that;

The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth,
Are higher rank than a' that.

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BALLADS ON MR HERON'S ELECTION, 1795.*

BALLAD FIRST.

WHOM will you send to London town,

To Parliament and a' that?

Or wha in a' the country round

The best deserves to fa' that?
For a' that, and a' that,

Through Galloway, and a' that;

Where is the laird or belted knight
That best deserves to fa' that

Wha sees Kerroughtree's+ open yett,
And wha is't never saw that?

Wha ever wi' Kerroughtree meets,
And has a doubt of a' that?

For a' that, and a' that,
Here's Heron yet for a' that!
The independent patriot,

The honest man, and a' that.

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Though wit and worth in either sex,
St Mary's Isle can shaw that
Wi' dukes and lords let Selkirk‡ mix,
And weel does Selkirk fa' that.

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For a' that, and a' that,
Here's Heron yet for a' that!
The independent commoner
Shall be the man for a' that.

But why should we to nobles jouk?
And is't against the law that?
For why, a lord may be a gouk,
Wi' ribbon, star, and a' that.

For a' that, and a' that,
Here's Heron yet for a' that!
A lord may be a STUPID loun,
Wi' ribbon, star, and a' that.

A beardless boy§ comes o'er the hills,
Wi' uncle's purse and a' that,

But we'll hae ane frae 'mang oursels,
A man we ken, and a' that.

For a' that, and a' that,

Here's Heron yet for a' that!

For we're not to be bought and sold,

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Like naigs, and nowt, and a' that. horses, cattle

Then let us drink the Stewartry,

Kerroughtree's laird, and a' that,

Our representative to be,

For weel he's worthy a' that.

For the Stewartry of Kirkcudbright.
Mr Heron, the Whig candidate.

The Earl of Selkirk

(of Kirkendbright)

Mr Gordon of Balmaghie, Tory candidate.

Mr Murray of Broughton

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For a' that, and a' that,

Here's Heron yet for a' that!
A House of Commons such as he,
They would be blest that saw that.

For there frae the Niddisdale borders,
The Maxwells will gather in droves,

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Teugh Jockie,† stanch Geordie,‡ and Wellwood,$
That griens for the fishes and loaves.

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And there will be gay Cassencarrie,*
And there will be gleg Colonel Tam.t
And there will be folk frae St Mary's,
A house of great merit and note;
FOR NAE ane but honours them highly,
BUT THERE'S few will gie them a vote.
And there'll be Murray commander,

And Gordon the battle to win;

Like brothers they'll stand by each other,
Sae knit in alliance and sin.

And there'll be Kempleton's birkie,‡
A chiel no sae black at the bane;
For as for his fine nabob fortune,
We'll e'en let that subject alane.

And there'll be Wigton's new sheriff,§
Dame Justice fu' brawly has sped;
She's gotten the heart o' a Bushby,
But, what is become o' the head?

And there is our king's lord-lieutenant,
So famed for his grateful return;
The birkie is getting his questions,
To say in St Stephen's the morn.

And there will be Douglases doughty,
New-christening towns far and near;
Abjuring their democrat doings,

By kissing the TAE of a peer,

And there'll be lads o' the gospel;
Muirhead, wha's as guid as he's true;¶
And there'll be Buittle's apostle,*
Wha's mair o' the black than the blue.

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And there'll be Kenmure sae generous.it
Whase honour is proof to the storm;
Te save them frae stark reprobation,
He lent them his name to the firm.

And there'll be Logan M'Dowall,‡‡
Sculduddery and he will be there;
And also the wild Scot o' Galloway,
Sodgering gunpowder Blair.§§

But we winna mention Redcastle,
The body, e'en let him escape!
He'd venture the gallows for siller,
An' 'twere na' the cost o' the rape.

* Mr Syme of Cassencarrie.
t Colonel Goldie of Goldielea.
William Bushby of Kempleton.
Mr Bushby Maitland.

Messrs Douglas of Carlinwark.
Rev. Mr Muirhead of Urr.

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** Rev. G. Maxweil of Buittle.
+ Mr Gordon of Kenmure.

Captain M"Dowall of Logan
Mr Blair of Dunskey.
Mr Lawrie of Redcastle.