Muirland Jock! muirland Jock, when the L-d makes a rock, To crush common-sense for her sins; If ill-manners were wit, there's no mortal so fit To confound the poor Doctor at ance, Muirland Jock!" To confound the poor Doctor at ance. Andro Gowk! Andro Gawk, ye may slander the Book, Andro Gowk 15 Ye'll hae a calf's head o' sma' value. Daddy Auld! daddy Auld, there's a tod in the fauld, Tho' ye do little skaith, ye'll be in at the death, Daddy Auld! Gif ye canna bite, ye may bark. Holy Will! holy Will, there was wit in your skull, The timmer is scant when ye're taen for a saunt, Poet Burns! poet Burns, wi' your priest-skelpin turns, Your muse is a gipsy, yet were she e'en tipsy, She could ca' us nae waur than we are, Poet Burns! She could ca' us nae waur than we are. PRESENTATION STANZAS TO CORRESPONDENTS Factor John! Factor John, whom the L-d made alone, Thy poor servant, the Bard, in respectful regard, Factor John! He presents thee this token sincere. 14 John Shepherd Muirkirk.-R. B. 15 Dr. Andrew Mitchel, Monkton.-R.B. 16 William Auld, Mauchline; for the clerk, see "Holy Willie's Prayer." -R. B. 17 Vide the "Prayer" of this saint.-R. B. Afton's Laird! Afton's Laird, when your pen can be spared, A copy of this I bequeath, On the same sicker score as I mention'd before, To that trusty auld worthy, Clackleith, Afton's Laird! To that trusty auld worthy, Clackleith. SONNET ON RECEIVING A FAVOUR 10 Aug., 1789. Addressed to ROBERT GRAHAM, Esq. of Fintry. I CALL no Goddess to inspire my strains, I lay my hand upon my swelling breast, EXTEMPORANEOUS EFFUSION On being appointed to an Excise division. SEARCHING auld wives' barrels, Ochon the day! That clarty barm should stain my laurels: But-what'll ye say? These movin' things ca'd wives' an' weans, Wad move the very hearts o' stanes! SONG-WILLIE BREW'D A PECK O' MAUT1 O WILLIE brew'd a peck o' maut, And Rob and Allen cam to see; Chorus.-We are na fou, we're nae that fou, Here are we met, three merry boys, It is the moon, I ken her horn, Wha first shall rise to gang awa, CA' THE YOWES TO THE KNOWES Chorus.-Ca' the yowes to the knowes, Ca' them where the heather grows, 1 Willie is Nicol, Allan is Masterton the writing-master. between Moffat and the head of the Loch of the Lowes. September, 1789.-Lang. The scene is Date, August As I gaed down the water-side, Will ye gang down the water-side, Ye shall get gowns and ribbons meet, Ca' the yowes, &c. If ye'll but stand to what ye've said, While waters wimple to the sea, Ca' the yowes, &c. I GAED A WAEFU' GATE YESTREEN I GAED a waefu' gate yestreen, Her heaving bosom, lily-white- She talk'd, she smil'd, my heart she wyl'd; HIGHLAND HARRY BACK AGAIN My Harry was a gallant gay, Fu' stately strade he on the plain; Chorus.-O for him back again! I wad gie a' Knockhaspie's land When a' the lave gae to their bed, O were some villains hangit high, |