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The sober autumn en ter'd mild,
When he grew wan and pale :
Show'd he began to fail.
He faded into age;
To show their deadly rage.
And cut him by the knee;
Like a rogue for forgerie.
And cudgell’d him full sore;
And turn'd him o'er änd o'er.
With water to the brim,
There let him sink or swim.
To work him farther woe,
They toss'd him to and fro.
The marrow of his bones ;
For he crush'd him 'tween two stones. And they hae ta'on his very heart's blood,
And drank it round and round ; And still the more and inore they drank,
Their joy did more abouud.
Of noble enterprize,
'Twill make your courage rise.
'Twill heighten all his joy: 'Twill make the widow's heart to sing,
Though the tear were in her eye.
Then let us toast John Barleycorn,
Each man a glass in hand :
Ne'er fail in old Scotland !
Tune, Gillicrankie.' WHEN Guildford good our pilot stood,
And did our hellim thraw, man,
Within America, man :
And in the sea did jaw, man;
Than quite refuse our law, man.
I wat he was na slaw, man;
And Carleton did ca', man :
Montgomery-like, did fa', man,
Amang his en’mies a', man.
Was kept at Boston ha', man;
For Philadelphia, man;
Guid christian blood to draw, man; But at New York, wi' knife an' fork,
Sir-loin he hacked sma', man. Burgoyne gaed up, like spur an' whip,
Till Fraser brave did fa', man ;
In Saragota shaw, man.
And did the buckskings claw, man;
But Clinton's glaive frae rust to save,
He hung it to the wa', man. Then Montague, an' Guildford too,
Began to fear a fa', man; And Sackville doure, wha stood the stoure,
The German chief to thraw, man:
Nae mercy had at a', man;
Ap’ lows'd his tinkler-jaw, man.
Till death did on him ca', man;
Conform to gospel law, man;
They did his measures thraw, man,
An' bore him to the wa', man.
He swept the stakes awa', man,
Led him a sair faux pas, man:
On Chatham's boy did ca', man;
• Up, Willie, waur them a', man'. Behind the throne then Grenville's gone,
A secret word or twa, man: While slee Dundas arous'd the class
Be-north the Roman wa', man: An' Chatham's wraith, in heav'nly graitb,
(Inspired bardies saw, man) Wi' kindling eyes cried,' Willie, rise !
Would I bae feard them a', man!
Gowff'd Willie like a ba', man,
Bebind him in a raw, man.
An' did her whittle draw, man:
An' swoor fu' rude, thro’ dirt an' blood,
To mak it guid in law, man.
Tune, Corn rigs are bonnie.' IT
was upon a Lammas night, When corn rigs are bonnie, Beneath the moon's unclouded light,
I held awa to Apnie;
Till 'tween the late an' early,
To see me thro' the barley.
l'he moon was shining clearly ;
Amang the rigs o' barley :
I lov'd her most sincerely ;
Amang the rigs o' barley.
Her heart was beating rarely :
Amang the rigs o’ barley.
That shone that hour so clearly,
Amang the rigs o’ barley.
I hae been merry drinking :
I hae heen happy thinking:
Tho' three times doubld fairly, That happy night was worth them a',
Amang the rigs of barley.
Corn rigs, an' barley rigs,
An' corn rigs are bonnie :
Amang the rigs wi' Annie.
COMPOSED IN AUGUST.
Tune, I had a horse, I had pae mair.'
Bring autuno's pleasant weather;
Amang the blooming heather:
Delights the weary farmer;
To muse upon my charmer.
The plover loves the mountains ;
The soaring hero the fountains :
The path of man tu shun it;
The spreading thorn the lionet.
The savage and the tender ;
Some solitary wander:
Tyrannic man's dominion;
The flutt'ring gory pinion !
Thick flies the skimming swallow;