Here's the worth o' Broughton in a needle's e'e; Here's its stuff and lining, Cardoness's head, Here's a little wadset, Buittle's scrap o' truth, Here's an honest conscience might a prince adorn; Frae the downs o' Tinwald, so was never worn. Buy braw troggin, &c. Here's armorial bearings frae the manse o' Urr; Here is Satan's picture, like a bizzard gled, Here's the font where Douglas stane and mortar names; Lately used at Caily christening Murray's crimes. Buy braw troggin, &c. Here's the worth and wisdom Collieston can boast; Here is Murray's fragments o' the ten commands; Saw ye e'er sic troggin? if to buy ye're slack, COMPLIMENTARY VERSICLES TO JESSIE LEWARS THE TOAST FILL me with the rosy wine, THE MENAGERIE Talk not to me of savages, From Afric's burning sun; A mutual faith to plight, Not even to view the heavenly choir, JESSIE'S ILLNESS Say, sages, what's the charm on earth Can turn Death's dart aside! It is not purity and worth, ON HER RECOVERY But rarely seen since Nature's birth, Yet still one seraph's left on earth, O LAY THY LOOF IN MINE, LASS Chorus-Olay thy loof in mine, lass, And swear on thy white hand, lass, A SLAVE to Love's unbounded sway, He aft has wrought me meikle wae; Unless thou be my ain. O lay thy loof, &c. There's mony a lass has broke my rest, O lay thy loof, &c. A HEALTH TO ANE I LOE DEAR Chorus-Here's a health to ane I loe dear, Here's a health to ane I loe dear; Thou art sweet as the smile when fond lovers meet, And soft as their parting tear-Jessy. ALTHO' thou maun never be mine, Altho' even hope is denied; "Tis sweeter for thee despairing, Than ought in the world beside-Jessy. I mourn thro' the gay, gaudy day, But welcome the dream o' sweet slumber, I guess by the dear angel smile, I guess by the love-rolling e'e; But why urge the tender confession, O WERT THOU IN THE CAULD BLAST O WERT thou in the cauld blast, I'd shelter thee, I'd shelter thee; Around thee blaw, around thee blaw, Or were I in the wildest waste, Sae black and bare, sae black and bare, If thou wert there, if thou wert there; Or were I Monarch o' the globe, Wi' thee to reign, wi' thee to reign, Wad be my Queen, wad be my Queen. INSCRIPTION TO MISS JESSY LEWARS THINE be the volumes, Jessy fair, All blameless joys on earth we find, DUMFRIES, June 26, 1769. 1 Written for music played by Miss Lewars, who nursed him in his last illness. FAIREST MAID ON DEVON BANKS Tune "Rothiemurchie." Chorus-Fairest maid on Devon banks, Crystal Devon, winding Devon, And smile as thou wert wont to do? FULL Well thou know'st I love thee dear, Then come, thou fairest of the fair, No love but thine my heart shall know. |