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23.11.2022

My Spouse Nancy



'Husband, husband, cease your strife,
Nor longer idly rave, Sir
23.11.2022

The Mauchline Wedding



When Eighty-five was seven month auld,
And wearing thro the aught,
When rotting rains and Boreas bauld
Gied farmer-folks a faught
23.11.2022

The Slave's Lament



It was in sweet Senegal that my foes did me enthral,
For the lands of Virginia,-ginia, O:
Torn from that lovely shore, and must never see it more
23.11.2022

Poor Mailie’s Elegy



Lament in rhyme, lament in prose,
Wi’ saut tears trickling down your nose
23.11.2022

On Glenriddell's Fox Breaking His Chain



-- A Fragment --
 
Thou, Liberty, thou art my theme
23.11.2022

Election Ballad



At the close of the contest for representing the Dumfries Burghs, 1790. Addressed to R. Graham, Esq. of Fintry.
 
Fintry, my stay in wordly strife,
Friend o' my muse, friend o' my life,
Are ye as idle's I am?
Come then, wi' uncouth kintra fleg,
O'er Pegasus I'll fling my leg,
And ye shall see me try him.
 
But where shall I go rin a ride,
That I may splatter nane beside?
I wad na be uncivil:
In manhood's various paths and ways
There's aye some doytin' body strays,
And I ride like the devil.
 
Thus I break aff wi' a' my birr,
And down yon dark, deep alley spur,
Where Theologics daunder:
Alas! curst wi' eternal fogs,
And damn'd in everlasting bogs,
As sure's the creed I'll blunder!
 
I'll stain a band, or jaup a gown,
Or rin my reckless, guilty crown
Against the haly door:
Sair do I rue my luckless fate,
When, as the Muse an' Deil wad hae't,
I rade that road before.
 
Suppose I take a spurt, and mix
Amang the wilds o' Politics-
Electors and elected,
Where dogs at Court (sad sons of bitches!)
Septennially a madness touches,
Till all the land's infected.
 
All hail! Drumlanrig's haughty Grace,
Discarded remnant of a race
Once godlike-great in story
23.11.2022

Ballads on Mr. Heron's Election, 1795



Ballad First
 
Whom will you send to London town,
To Parliament and a' that?
Or wha in a' the country round
The best deserves to fa' that?
For a' that, and a' that,
Thro' Galloway and a' that,
Where is the Laird or belted Knight
The best deserves to fa' that?
 
Wha sees Kerroughtree's open yett,
(And wha is't never saw that?)
Wha ever wi' Kerroughtree met,
And has a doubt of a' that?
For a' that, and a' that,
Here's Heron yet for a' that!
The independent patriot,
The honest man, and a' that.
 
Tho' wit and worth, in either sex,
Saint Mary's Isle can shaw that,
Wi' Dukes and Lords let Selkirk mix,
And weel does Selkirk fa' that.
For a' that, and a' that,
Here's Heron yet for a' that!
The independent commoner
Shall be the man for a' that.
 
But why should we to Nobles jouk,
And is't against the law, that?
For why, a Lord may be a gowk,
Wi' ribband, star and a' that,
For a' that, and a' that,
Here's Heron yet for a' that!
A Lord may be a lousy loun,
Wi' ribband, star and a' that.
 
A beardless boy comes o'er the hills,
Wi' uncle's purse and a' that
23.11.2022

O Leave Novels



O leave novels, ye Mauchline belles,
Ye're safer at your spinning-wheel
23.11.2022

Epigram To Miss Jean Scott



O had each Scot of ancient times
Been, Jeanie Scott, as thou art
23.11.2022

Epigrams On Lord Galloway



What dost thou in that mansion fair?
Flit, Galloway, and find
Some narrow, dirty, dungeon cave,
The picture of thy mind.
 
No Stewart art thou, Galloway,
The Stewarts all were brave:
Besides, the Stewarts were but fools,
Not one of them a knave.
 
Bright ran thy line, O Galloway,
Thro' many a far-fam'd sire:
So ran the far-famed Roman way,
And ended in a mire.
 
Spare me thy vengeance, Galloway!
In quiet let me live:
I ask no kindness at thy hand,
For thou hast none to give.
 
(Written In 1793)
 

22.11.2022

My Eppie Adair



Chorus.
-An' O my Eppie, my jewel, my Eppie,
Wha wad na be happy wi' Eppie Adair?
 
By love, and by beauty, by law, and by duty,
I swear to be true to my Eppie Adair!
By love, and by beauty, by law, and by duty,
I swear to be true to my Eppie Adair!
And O my Eppie, &c.
 
A' pleasure exile me, dishonour defile me,
If e'er I beguile ye, my Eppie Adair!
A' pleasure exile me, dishonour defile me,
If e'er I beguile thee, my Eppie Adair!
And O my Eppie, &c.
 
(1789)
 

22.11.2022

To Mary In Heaven



Thou ling'ring star, with lessening ray,
That lov'st to greet the early morn,
Again thou usher'st in the day
My Mary from my soul was torn.
O Mary! dear departed shade!
Where is thy place of blissful rest?
See'st thou thy lover lowly laid?
Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast?
 
That sacred hour can I forget,
Can I forget the hallow'd grove,
Where, by the winding Ayr, we met,
To live one day of parting love!
Eternity will not efface
Those records dear of transports past,
Thy image at our last embrace,
Ah! little thought we 'twas our last!
 
Ayr, gurgling, kiss'd his pebbled shore,
O'erhung with wild-woods, thickening green
22.11.2022

Farewell To Ballochmyle



The Catrine woods were yellow seen,
The flowers decay'd on Catrine lee,
Nae lav'rock sang on hillock green,
But nature sicken'd on the e'e.
Thro' faded groves Maria sang,
Hersel' in beauty's bloom the while
22.11.2022

I Love My Jean



Of a' the airts the wind can blaw,
I dearly like the west
22.11.2022

Jamie, Come Try Me



Chorus.-
Jamie, come try me,
Jamie, come try me,
If thou would win my love,
Jamie, come try me.
 
If thou should ask my love,
Could I deny thee?
If thou would win my love,
Jamie, come try me!
Jamie, come try me, &c.
 
If thou should kiss me, love,
Wha could espy thee?
If thou wad be my love,
Jamie, come try me!
Jamie, come try me, &c.
 
(1789)
 

22.11.2022

Sweet Tibbie Dunbar



O wilt thou go wi' me, sweet Tibbie Dunbar?
O wilt thou go wi' me, sweet Tibbie Dunbar?
Wilt thou ride on a horse, or be drawn in a car,
Or walk by my side, O sweet Tibbie Dunbar?
 
I care na thy daddie, his lands and his money,
I care na thy kin, sae high and sae lordly
22.11.2022

The Birks Of Aberfeldy



Bony lassie, will ye go,
Will ye go, will ye go
22.11.2022

Farewell To Eliza



From thee, Eliza, I must go,
And from my native shore
18.10.2021

The White Cockade



My love was born in Aberdeen,
The boniest lad that e'er was seen
09.01.2019

Comin' Thro' the Rye

If a body meet a body
Comin' thro' the rye,
If a body kiss a body,
Need a body cry?
 
Ev'ry laddie has his lassie,
None they say have I,
Yet all the lassies smile on me
When comin' thro' the rye.
 
If a body meet a body
Comin' from the town,
If a body greet a body,
Need a body frown?
 
Ev'ry laddie has his lassie,
None they say have I,
Yet all the lassies smile on me
When comin' thro' the rye.
 
Among the train there is a swain
I dearly love myself,
but what's her name or where's her name,
I do not choose to tell.
 
Ev'ry laddie has his lassie,
None they say have I,
Yet all the lassies smile on me
When comin' thro' the rye.