APOLOGY FOR DECLINING AN INVITATION TO DINE No more of your guests, be they titled or not, Who is proof to thy personal converse and wit, EPITAPH FOR MR. GABRIEL RICHARDSON HERE Brewer Gabriel's fire's extinct, And empty all his barrels: EPIGRAM ON MR. JAMES GRACIE GRACIE, thou art a man of worth, HC VI BONIE PEG-A-RAMSAY CAULD is the e'enin blast, O' Boreas o'er the pool, An' dawin it is dreary, When birks are bare at Yule. Cauld blaws the e'enin blast, When bitter bites the frost, And, in the mirk and dreary drift, II Ne'er sae murky blew the night Gat grist to her mill. INSCRIPTION AT FRIARS' CARSE HERMITAGE To the Memory of Robert Riddell. To Riddell, much lamented man, Wand'rer, dost value matchless worth? THERE WAS A BONIE LASS THERE was a bonie lass, and a bonie, bonie lass, Till War's loud alarms tore her laddie frae her arms, Over sea, over shore, where the cannons loudly roar, He still was a stranger to fear; And nocht could him quail, or his bosom assail, But the bonie lass he lo'ed sae dear. WEE WILLIE GRAY Tune-"Wee Totum Fogg." WEE Willie Gray, and his leather wallet, Wee Willie Gray, and his leather wallet, Feathers of a flee wad feather up his bonnet, O AYE MY WIFE SHE DANG ME Chorus-O aye my wife she dang me, An' aft my wife she bang'd me, Gude faith! she'll soon o'er-gang ye. ON peace an' rest my mind was bent, Some sairie comfort at the last, GUDE ALE KEEPS THE HEART ABOON Chorus-O gude ale comes and gude ale goes; Sell my hose, and pawn my shoon- I HAD Sax owsen in a pleugh, Gude ale hauds me bare and busy, Stand i' the stool when I hae done- O gude ale comes, &c. O STEER HER UP AN' HAUD HER GAUN O STEER her up, an' haud her gaun, Her mither's at the mill, jo; An' gin she winna tak a man, E'en let her tak her will, jo. O steer her up, an' be na blate, THE LASS O' ECCLEFECHAN Tune-" Jack o' Latin." GAT ye me, O gat ye me, O gat ye me wi' naething? Bye attour my Gutcher has A heich house and a laich ane, A' forbye my bonie sel, The toss o' Ecclefechan. O haud your tongue now, Lucky Lang, O haud your tongue and jauner I held the gate till you I met, I tint my peace and pleasure; O LET ME IN THIS AE NIGHT O LASSIE, are ye sleepin yet, For Love has bound me hand an' fit, Chorus-O let me in this ae night, O let me in this ae night, I'll no come back again, jo! O hear'st thou not the wind an' weet? And shield me frae the rain, jo. O let me in, &c. The bitter blast that round me blaws, O let me in, &c. HER ANSWER O tell na me o' wind an' rain, |