ON WILLIE NICOL'S MARE How royal George, the Lord leuk o'er him! b е Or glaikit Charlie got his nieve in; Elegy on Willie Nicol's Mare.1 PEG NICHOLSON was a good bay mare, But now she's floating down the Nith, Peg Nicholson was a good bay mare, Peg Nicholson was a good bay mare, But now she's floating down the Nith, Peg Nicholson was a good bay mare, And much oppress'd, and bruis'd she was, The Gowden Locks of Anna.1 YESTREEN I had a pint o' wine, The hungry Jew in wilderness, Ye monarchs, take the East and West There I'll despise Imperial charms, Awa, thou flaunting God of Day! Ilk Star, gae hide thy twinkling ray, Come, in thy raven plumage, Night, 1 Mr Scott Douglas regards it as an undisputed fact that Anna was Anne Park, a niece of Mrs Hyslop, landlady of the Globe Tavern in Dumfries. Her illegitimate child by Burns was born March 31st, 1791. Mrs Burns, so unmanfully slighted in the Postscript, brought up the child with one of her own. I MURDER HATE And bring an angel-pen to write POSTSCRIPT. The Kirk an' State may join an' tell, She is the sunshine o' my e'e, Song.-I Murder Hate.1 I MURDER hate by flood or field, The deities that I adore Are social Peace and Plenty; I would not die like Socrates, Nor yet would I with Cato: 1 A production of the same pothouse. 2 Vide Numbers, Chap. xxv. verses 8-15.-R. B. Gudewife, Count the Lawin.1 GANE is the day, and mirk's the night, Chorus.-Then gudewife, count the lawin," Then gudewife, count the lawin, There's wealth and ease for gentlemen, My coggie is a haly pool That heals the wounds o' care and dool; And Pleasure is a wanton trout, At close of the contest for representing the Dumfries Addressed to R. GRAHAM, Esq. of Fintry. FINTRY, my stay in worldly strife, Friend o' my muse, friend o' my life, black. a dark. 2 Burns's candidate was unsuccessful. • make shift. d cup. burgh Magazine in 1811, and first included in Cunningham's edition, 1834. Verses 2 to 7 were first given from MS. by Scott Douglas. a jerk. ELECTION BALLAD Come then, wi' uncouth kintra fleg,a O'er Pegasus I'll fling my leg, And ye shall see me try him. But where shall I go rin a ride, In manhood's various paths and ways Thus I break aff wi' a' my birr,c And down yon dark, deep alley spur, Alas! curst wi' eternal fogs, And damn'd in everlasting bogs, As sure's the creed I'll blunder! I'll stain a band, or jaupe a gown, Suppose I take a spurt, and mix Elector and elected, Where dogs at Court (sad sons of bitches !) Till all the land's infected. All hail! Drumlanrig's haughty Grace,1 Discarded remnant of a race Once godlike-great in story;2 Thy forbears' virtues all contrasted, The very name of Douglas blasted, Thine that inverted glory! b stumbling. • vigour. d saunter. • splash. "How shall I sing Drumlanrig's grace}" ' forefathers. 2 "Once great in martial story." |