For a' that, and a' that, Their tinsel show, and a' that: Ye see yon birkie,1 ca'd a lord, Wha struts, and stares, and a' that; His riband, star, and a' that, A prince can mak a belted knight, Their dignities, and a' that, The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that; That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth, It's coming yet, for a' that; The trout within yon wimpling burn And safe beneath the shady thorn My life was once that careless stream But love, wi' unrelenting beam, The little flow'ret's peaceful lot, Was mine: till love has o'er me past, And now beneath the withering blast, The waken'd lav'rock warbling springs, O' witching love, in luckless hour, O had my fate been Greenland snows, Wi' man and nature leagu'd my foes, The wretch whase doom is, " Hope nae mair!” Within whose bosom, save despair, Nae kinder spirits dwell. CLARINDA. CLARINDA, mistress of my soul, To what dark cave of frozen night We part-but by these precious drops No other light shall guide my steps, She, the fair sun of all her sex, WHY, WHY TELL THY LOVER. TUNE "THE CALEDONIAN HUNT'S Delight." WHY, why tell thy lover, Bliss he never must enjoy? Why, why undeceive him, And give all his hopes the lie? O why, while fancy, raptur'd, slumbers, CALEDONIA. TUNE-"THE CALEDONIAN HUNT'S DELIGHT.' THERE was once a day, but old Time then was young, To hunt, or to pasture, or do what she would: And pledg'd her their godheads to warrant it good. A lambkin in peace, but a lion in war, The pride of her kindred the heroine grew; Her grandsire, old Odin, triumphantly swore, "Whoe'er shall provoke thee, th' encounter shall rue!” With tillage, or pasture, at times she would sport, To feed her fair flocks by her green rustling corn; But chiefly the woods were her fav'rite resort, Long quiet she reign'd; till thitherward steers They darken'd the air, and they plunder'd the land: The fell Harpy-raven took wing from the north, To wanton in carnage and wallow in gore :2 O'er countries and kingdoms their fury prevail'd, As Largs well can witness, and Loncartie tell.3 The Cameleon-savage disturb'd her repose, And robb'd him at once of his hopes and his life : Oft prowling, ensanguin'd the Tweed's silver flood; But, taught by the bright Caledonian lance, He learned to fear in his own native wood. Thus bold, independent, unconquer'd, and free, For brave Caledonia immortal must be; I'll prove it from Euclid as clear as the sun : Rectangle-triangle, the figure we'll choose, The upright is Chance, and old Time is the base; But brave Caledonia's the hypothenuse; Then, ergo, she'll match them, and match them always.* 1 The Romans. 2 The Saxons and Danes. 3 Two famous battles in which the Danes or Norwegians were defeated.— Currie. 4 This singular figure of poetry refers to the 47th proposition of Euclid. In a right-angled triangle, the square of the hypothenuse is always equal to the square of the two other sides.-Currie. ON THE BATTLE OF SHERIFF-MUIR, BETWEEN THE DUKE OF ARGYLE AND THE EARL OF MAR.1 TUNE "THE CAMERONIAN BANT." "O CAM ye here the fight to shun? Wha glaum'd' at Kingdoms three, man, The red-coat lads, wi' black cockades, The great Argyle led on his files, I wat they glanced twenty miles : They hack'd and hash'd, while broad-swords clash'd, But had you seen the philibegs, When in the teeth they dar'd our Whigs, "O how deil, Tam, can that be true? The horsemen back to Forth, man; 1 This poem, I am pretty well convinced, is not ancient than his birth.-G. B. 2 Ditch. Snatched at, 3 Noises. • Clouds. 7 Body. ? Trousers, my brother's, but more 5 Clothes. 8 Marked for death. 10 Doves, |