What aspects old Time in his progress has worn, How foolish, or worse, till our summit is gain'd! I REIGN IN JEANIE'S BOSOM Louis, what reck I by thee, Or Geordie on his ocean? Let her crown my love her law, IT IS NA, JEAN, THY BONIE FACE It is na, Jean, thy bonie face, Something, in ilka part o' thee, Nae mair ungenerous wish I hae, At least to see thee blest. Content am I, if heaven shall give And as wi' thee I'd wish to live, AULD LANG SYNE SHOULD auld acquaintance be forgot, Chorus. For auld lang syne, my dear, And we'll tak a cup o' kindness yet, And surely ye'll be your pint stowp! And we'll tak a cup o' kindness yet, For auld, &c. We twa hae run about the braes, But we've wander'd mony a weary fit, For auld, &c. We twa hae paidl'd in the burn, Frae morning sun till dine; But seas between us braid hae roar'd Sin' auld lang syne. For auld, &c. And there's a hand, my trusty fere! And gie's a hand o' thine! And we'll tak a right gude-willie waught, For auld lang syne. For auld, &c. MY BONIE MARY Go, fetch to me a pint o' wine, A service to my bonie lassie. Fu' loud the wind blaws frae the Ferry; The ship rides by the Berwick-law, And I maun leave my bonie Mary. The trumpets sound, the banners fly, The glittering spears are ranked ready: The shouts o' war are heard afar, The battle closes deep and bloody; It's not the roar o' sea or shore, Wad mak me langer wish to tarry! Nor shouts o' war that's heard afarIt's leaving thee, my bonie Mary! THE PARTING KISS HUMID seal of soft affections, Speaking silence, dumb confession, Sorrowing joy, Adieu's last action, (Lingering lips must now disjoin), What words can ever speak affection So thrilling and sincere as thine! WRITTEN IN FRIARS CARSE HERMITAGE ON NITHSIDE THOU whom chance may hither lead, Be thou clad in russet weed, Be thou deckt in silken stole, Grave these counsels on thy soul. Life is but a day at most, Sprung from night,—in darkness lost; Fear not clouds will always lour. As Youth and Love with sprightly dance, Beneath thy morning star advance, Pleasure with her siren air May delude the thoughtless pair; Let Prudence bless Enjoyment's cup, As thy day grows warm and high, Life's meridian flaming nigh, Dost thou spurn the humble vale? Life's proud summits would'st thou scale? Evils lurk in felon wait: Soar around each cliffy hold! While cheerful Peace, with linnet song, As the shades of ev'ning close, As life itself becomes disease, There ruminate with sober thought, On all thou'st seen, and heard, and wrought, Is not, art thou high or low? Did many talents gild thy span? Thus resign'd and quiet, creep THE POET'S PROGRESS THOU, Nature, partial Nature, I arraign; The peopled fold thy kindly care have found, The horned bull, tremendous, spurns the ground; |