THE SOLEMN LEAGUE AND COVENANT. THE Solemn League and Covenant Cost Scotland blood-cost Scotland tears; If thou'rt a slave, indulge thy sneers. ON A CERTAIN PARSON'S LOOKS. THAT there is falsehood in his looks They say their master is a knave-- ON MR M'MURDO, INSCRIBED ON A PANE OF GLASS IN HIS HOUSE. BLEST be M'Murdo to his latest day No envious cloud o'ercast his evening ray; WRITTEN ON A WINDOW OF THE GLOBE TAVERN THE graybeard, old Wisdom, may boast of his treasures, I grant him his calm-blooded, time-settled pleasures, EXCISEMEN UNIVERSAL. WRITTEN ON A WINDOW IN THE KING'S ARMS, DUMFRIES. YE men of wit and wealth, why all this sneering What premiers-what? even monarchs' mighty gaugers: excisemen ON A GROTTO IN FRIARS' CARSE GROUNDS. To Riddel, much-lamented man, This ivied cot was dear; Reader, dost value matchless worth? ON A NOTED COXCOMB. LIGHT lay the earth on Billy's breast, But build a castle on his head, ON A PERSON BORING A COMPANY WITH REFERENCES TO THE MANY GREAT No more of your titled acquaintances boast, ON SEEING THE BEAUTIFUL SEAT OF THE WHAT dost thou in that mansion fair? Flit, Galloway, and find Some narrow, dirty, dungeon cave, The picture of thy mind! ON THE SAME No Stewart art thou, Galloway, Bright ran thy line, O Galloway, TO THE SAME, ON THE AUTHOR BEING THREATENED WITH HIS RESENTMENT SPARE me thy vengeance, Galloway: In quiet let me live: I ask no kindness at thy hand, For thou hast none to give. TO MISS JESSY LEWARS: ON A MENAGERIE OF WILD BEASTS. TALK not to me of savages From Afric's burning sun; A bonnie lass, I will confess, The like I never saw. Is pleasant to the ee, But without some better qualities, She's no the lass for me. But Nelly's looks are blithe and sweet, And, what is best of a', Her reputation is complete, And fair without a flaw. She dresses aye sae clean and neat, Both decent and genteel: And then there's something in her gait A gaudy dress and gentle air "Tis this in Nelly pleases me, eye 60 makes any I DREAMED I LAY. 1 DREAMED I lay where flowers were springing By a falling, crystal stream: Straight the sky grew black and daring; Such was my life's deceitful morning, But lang or noon, loud tempests storming, She promised fair, and performed but ill; Of mony a joy and hope bereaved me, troubled long ere many MY NANIE, O. TUNE-My Nanie, O. BEHIND yon hills where Lugar flows, The westlin wind blaws loud and shill; The night's baith mirk and rainy, O; But I'll get my plaid, and out I'll steal, And owre the hills to Nanie, O. among away westerly, blows, shrill both dark My Nanie's charming, sweet, and young; May ill befa' the flattering tongue That wad beguile my Nanie, O! Her face is fair, her heart is true, A country lad is my degree, And few there be that ken me, 0; But what care I how few they be? I'm welcome aye to Nanie, O. My riches a's my penny-fee, And I maun guide it cannie, O; But warl's gear ne'er troubles me, My thoughts are a'-my Nanie, over DO would daisy know all is, wages must, carefully world's wealth |