EXTEMPORE. PINNED TO A LADY'S COACH. IF you rattle along like your mistress's tongue, But, a fly for your load, you'll break down on the road. If your stuff be as rotten's her heart. FRAGMENTS. YE hae lien a' wrang, lassie, And wi a fremit man. O ance ye danced upon the knowes O GIE my love brose, brose, Can please a lassie better. But gie me a braw moonlight, And me and my love together. LASS, when your mither is frae hame, Young man, gif ye should be sae kind, The way to me lies through the kirk ; I MET a lass, a bonie lass, Coming o'er the braes o' Couper, Bare her leg and bright her een, And handsome ilka bit about her. Weel I wat she was a quean Wad made a body's mouth to water; Our Mess John, wi' his lyart pow, O WAT ye what my minnie did, On Tysday 'teen to me, jo? She laid me in a saft bed, A saft bed, a saft bed An' wat ye what the parson did, The parson did, the parson did, An' wat ye what the parson did, A' for a penny fee, jo? He loosed on me a lang man, A mickle man, a strang man, He loosed on me a lang man, That might hae worried me, jo. An' I was but a young thing, O CAN ye labour lea, young man, Gae back the gate ye cam' again, I feed a man at Martinmas, The stibble rig is easy plough'd, The fallow land is free; But wha wad keep the handless coof, JENNY M'Craw, she has ta'en to the heather, Their leagues and their covenants a' she has ta'en; My head and my heart, now quo' she, are at rest, And as for the lave, let the diel do his best. LORD, we thank an' thee adore, THE last braw bridal that I was at, And mickle mirth and play. The bells they rang, and the carlins sang, The bride went to bed wi' the silly bridegroom, THERE came a piper out o' Fife, THE black-headed eagle He hunted o'er height and owre howe; On the braes o' Gemappe, E'en let him come out as he dowe. O THOU, in whom we live and move, EPITAPH ON WILLIAM NICOL. YE maggots feast on Nicol's brain, ANSWER TO A POETICAL EPISTLE SENT THE AUTHOR BY A TAILOR. WHAT ails ye now, ye lousie bitch, I didna suffer ha'f sae much Frae Daddie Auld. |