An' no forgetting wabster Charlie, An' L-d remember singing Sannock, Tell the frae me, wi' chiels be cautious, For faith, they'll aiblins fin' them fashious: But to grant a maidenhead's the devil! May guardian angels tak' a spell, An' steer you seven miles south o' hell: Now fare ye weel, an' joy be wi' you.- ROB THE RANTER. ON THE BIRTH OF A POSTHUMOUS CHILD, SWEET flow'ret, pledge o' meikle love What heart o' stane wad thou na move, November hírples o'er the lea, And gane, alas! the shelt'ring tree, May He who gives the rain to pour, May. He, the friend of woe and want, But late she flourish'd, rooted fast; Blest be thy bloom, thou lovely gem,. TO MISS CRUIKSHANK, A VERY YOUNG LADY. Written on the Blank Leaf of a Book, presented to her by the Author. BEAUTEOUS-rose-bud, young and gay, Chilly shrink in sleety show'r! Never Bores s' hoary path, Never Eurus' pois'nous breath, Never baleful stellar lights, Taint thee with untimely blights! Never, never reptile thief: Riot on thy virgin leaf! Nor even Sol too fiercely view Thy bosom blushing still with dew ! Mays't thou long, sweet crimson gem, Richly deck thy native stem,. The loveliest form she e'er gave birth THE FIRST PSALM. THE man, in life wherever placed, Who walks not in the wicked's way, Nor from the seat of scornful pride Still walks before his God. That man shall flourish like the trees But he whose blossoms bud in guilt For why? that God the good adore TO GAVIN HAMILTON, ESQ. Mosgaville, May 3, 1786. I HOLD it, Sir, my bounden duty 1 To warn you now that inaster Tootie, Alias, Laird M'Gaun,* Was here to hire yon lad away 'Bout whom ye spak' the tither day, And wad ha'e done't aff-han'; But lest he learn the callan tricks, Like scrapin' out auld crummie's nicks, An' "Master Tootie then lived in Mauchline-a dealer in cows: It was his common practice to cut the nicks or markings from the horns of cattle to disguise their age. He was an artful, trick-con-triving characters hence, he is called a snick-drawer: In the Poet's Address to the De'il,' he styles that august personage an auld, snick drawing.dog.!"-RELIQUES, p. 397. As lieve then l'd have then Your Clerkship he should ser'e, Not fitted otherwhere. Altho' I say't, he's gleg enough, Ye'll catechise him every quirk, My word of honour I ha'e gie'n, In faith he's sure to get him. TO Mr. M'ADAM OF CRAIGEN-GILLAN, In answer to an obliging Letter he sent in the commencement of my Poetic Career. SIR, o'er a gill I gat your card, 1 trow it made me proud; "See wha tak's notice o' the bard!" Now deil-ma-care about their jaw, Tho', by his banes wha in a tub And when those legs to guid warm kail, A lee dyke-side' a sybow-tail And barley-scone shall cheer me. Heaven spare you lang to kiss the breath And bless your bonnie lasses baith, And God bless young Dunaskin's laird, And may he wear an auld man's beard, TO A TAILOR, IN ANSWER TO A POETICAL EPISTLE WHICH HE HAD SENT THE AUTHOR. WHAT ails ye now, ye lousy b-h, To thresh my back at sie a pitch? Lush, man! ha'e mercy wi' your natch,. Your bodkin's bauld, I did na suffer half sae muah Frae Daddie Auld. What tho at times, when I grow crouse,. I give their wames a random pouse, Is that enough. for you to souse Your servant sae? Gae mind your seam, ye pick-the-louse, An' jag-the-flae! |