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ON A SWEARING COXCOMB
HERE cursing, swearing Burton lies,
And his last words were
Dem my blood!
ON AN INNKEEPER NICKNAMED “THE MARQUIS"
HERE lies a mock Marquis, whose titles were shamm'd,
ON ANDREW TURNER
IN se'enteen hundred 'n forty-nine,
But wilily he chang'd his plan,
As I gaed up by yon gate-end,
Her air sae sweet, an' shape complete,
The Queen of Love did never move
Wi' linked hands we took the sands,
Oh, that sweet hour and shady bower,
ESTEEM FOR CHLORIS
Aн, Chloris, since it may not be,
Altho' I love my Chloris mair
Tho' a' my daily care thou art,
I'll hide the struggle in my heart,
SAW YE MY DEAR, MY PHILLY
O SAW ye my Dear, my Philly?
She's down i' the grove, she's wi' a new Love,
What says she my dear, my Philly? What says she my dear, my Philly? She lets thee to wit she has thee forgot, And forever disowns thee, her Willy.
O had I ne'er seen thee, my Philly!
As light as the air, and fause as thou's fair,
HOW LANG AND DREARY IS THE NIGHT
How lang and dreary is the night
When I am frae my Dearie;
I restless lie frae e'en to morn
Though I were ne'er sae weary.
Chorus. For oh, her lanely nights are lang!
And oh, her widow'd heart is sair,
When I think on the lightsome days
How slow ye move, ye heavy hours;
It was na sae ye glinted by,
INCONSTANCY IN LOVE
LET not Woman e'er complain
Look abroad thro' Nature's range,
Mark the winds, and mark the skies,
Round and round the seasons go.
You can be no more you know.
THE LOVER'S MORNING SALUTE TO HIS
Tune-" Deil tak the wars."
SLEEP'ST thou, or wak'st thou, fairest creature?
Waters wi' the tears o' joy.
Now, to the streaming fountain,
Or up the heathy mountain,
The hart, hind, and roe, freely, wildly-wanton stray;
In twining hazel bowers,
Its lay the linnet pours,
The laverock to the sky
Ascends, wi' sangs o' joy,
While the sun and thou arise to bless the day.
Phoebus gilding the brow of morning,
Banishes ilk darksome shade,
Nature, gladdening and adorning;
Such to me my lovely maid.
Sad, cheerless, broken-hearted,
The night's gloomy shades, cloudy, dark, o'ercast
But when she charms my sight,
Her burning glories dart;
'Tis then 'tis then I wake to life and joy!
THE WINTER OF LIFE
BUT lately seen in gladsome green,
Thro' gentle showers, the laughing flowers
But my white pow, nae kindly thowe
Oh, Age has weary days,
And nights o' sleepless pain:
Thou golden time, o' Youthfu' prime,
BEHOLD, MY LOVE, HOW GREEN THE GROVES
Tune-"My lodging is on the cold ground."
BEHOLD, my love, how green the groves,
The lav'rock shuns the palace gay,
And o'er the cottage sings: