To a Gentleman who had sent a Newspaper, and offered to con-

Ance mair I hail thee, thou gloomy December!

An honest man here lies at rest,

As down the bum they took their way,
As I stood by yon roofless tower,

Awa wi' your witchcraft o' beauty's alarms,

Behold the hour, the boat arrive,.
Blythe, blythe, and merry was she,
Blythe hae I been on yon hill,
Bonnie wee thing, cannie wee thing,
But lately seen in gladsome green,
By Allan-stream I chanc'd to rove,
Canst thou leave me thus, my Katy?

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Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes,

Forlorn, my love, no comfort near,

Friend of the poet, tried and leal,

Last May a braw wooer cam down the lang glen,

Let me wander where I will,

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My honoured Colonel, deep I feel,
My Peggy's face, my Peggy's form,
Nae gentle dames, tho' e'er sae fair,

No more of your guests, be they titled or not,

No more, ye warblers of the wood, no more,
Now in her green mantle blythe nature arrays,
Now simmer blinks on flowery braes,
Now spring has clad the grove in green,
Now rosy May comes in wi' flowers,
O bonnie was yon rosy brier,
O cam you here the fight to shun,

O condescend, dear charming maid,

O gin my love were yon red rose,

O had the malt thy strength of mind,

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O Logan, sweetly didst thou glide,.

O Luve will venture in, where it daur na weel be seen,

O Mary, at thy window be,

She is a winsome wee thing,

She's fair and fause that causes my smart,

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,

Sing on, sweet thrush, upon thy leafless bough,.
Sir, as your mandate did request,..
Sleep'st thou, or wak'st thou, fairest creature?.

The hunter lo'es the morning sun,

The lazy mist hangs from the brow of the hill,

The lovely lass o' Inverness,

The smiling spring comes in rejoicing,

The Thames flows proudly to the sea,

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Their groves o' sweet myrtle let foreign lands reckon, .
There's auld Rob Morris that wons in yon glen, .
There's braw, braw lads on Yarrow braes,

There was a lass and she was fair,

There was once a day, but old Time was then young,

They snool me sair, and haud me down,

Thickest night o'erhang my dwelling!

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