Thy sons, Edina, social, kind, With open arms the stranger hail; Thy daughters bright thy walks adorn, There, watching high the least alarms, And mark'd with many a seamy scar: Have oft withstood assailing war, With awe-struck thought, and pitying tears, Their hapless race wild-wand'ring roam! Wild beats my heart to trace your steps, ADDRESS TO A HAGGIS Ev'n I who sing in rustic lore, Edina Scotia's darling seat! All hail thy palaces and tow'rs; Address to a Haggis.1 FAIR fa' your honest, sonsie" face, Painch, tripe, or thairm°: Weel are ye wordyd o' a grace As lang's my arm. The groaning trencher there ye fill, While thro' your pores the dews distil His knife see rustic Labour dight, Like ony ditch; And then, O what a glorious sight, plump. ⚫ haunches. b paunch. Warm-reekin, rich! • gut. 4 worthy. fused to fasten the opening in the bag. 1 Printed in The Caledonian Mercury, Dec. 20, 1786. www ■ horn-spoon. d nauseate. Then, horn for horn, they stretch an' strive: Are bent like drums; Is there that owre his French ragout Or fricassee wad make her spew Wi' perfect sconner, Looks down wi' sneering, scornfu' view On sic a dinner? Poor devil! see him owre his trash, Thro' bloody flood or field to dash, O how unfit! But mark the Rustic, haggis-fed, He'll mak it whissle; An' legs an' arms, an' heads will sned,1 Ye Pow'rs wha mak mankind your care, That jaups in luggies1; But, if ye wish her gratefu' prayer Gie her a haggis ! 1 8 his fist a nut. h powerful. * splashes. J thin. 1 In the Caledonian Mercury this verse reads: Ye Powers wha gie us a' that's gude, • shortly. f feeble. i alice off. 1 wooden dishes with handles, Wi' great John Barleycorn's heart's blude In stoups and luggies; And on our board that King o' food, A glorious Haggis ! MR WILLIAM SMELLIE To Miss Logan,1 With Beattie's Poems for a New-Year's Gift, AGAIN the silent wheels of time Their annual round have driven, No gifts have I from Indian coasts I send you more than India boasts, Our sex with guile, and faithless love, But may, dear maid, each lover prove Mr William Smellie-A Sketch.2 SHREWD Willie Smellie to Crochallan came; His heart was warm, benevolent, and good. 1 The sister of Major Logan, already celebrated. 2 Burns's Edinburgh printer, who introduced him to a society for High Rattlin, Roarin Willie.1 As I cam by Crochallan, Was sittin at yon boord-en'; And amang gude companie; Rattlin, roarin Willie, You're welcome hame to me! Song-Bonie Dundee.2 My blessins upon thy sweet wee lippie! But I'll big a bow'r on yon bonie banks, |