ON A SWEARING COXCOMB HERE cursing, swearing Burton lies, Who in his life did little good, 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, PRETTY PEG As I gaed up by yon gate-end, When day was waxin weary, Wha did I meet come down the street, 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, SAW YE MY DEAR, MY PHILLY Tune-" When she cam' ben she bobbit." O 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, She winna come hame to her Willy. 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! 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 For oh, &c. How slow ye move, ye heavy hours; It was na sae ye glinted by, INCONSTANCY IN LOVE Tune-"Duncan Gray." 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. SALUTE THE LOVER'S MORNING SALUTE TO HIS MISTRESS Tune-" Deil tak the wars." SLEEP'ST thou, or wak'st thou, fairest creature? 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. When frae my Chloris parted, Sad, cheerless, broken-hearted, The night's gloomy shades, cloudy, dark, o'ercast my sky: 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, The woods rejoic'd the day, Thro' gentle showers, the laughing flowers But now our joys are fled But my white pow, nae kindly thowe Sinks in Time's wintry rage. 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: |