WATTY and MADGE.

In imitation of WILLIAM and MARGARET.

'TWAS

I.

WAS at the fhining mid-day hour,
When all began to gaunt,

That hunger rugg'd at Watty's breast,
And the poor lad grew faint.

II.

His face was like a bacon ham
That lang in reek had hung,
And horn-hard was his tawny hand
That held his hazel rung.

III.

So wad the foftest face appear

Of the maist dreffy spark,

And such the hands that lords wad hae, Were they kept close at wark.

IV.

His head was like a heathery bush
Beneath his bonnet blew,

On his braid cheeks, frae lug to lug,
His bairdy bristles grew.

V.

But hunger, like a gnawing worm,
Gade rumbling thro' his kyte,
And nothing now but folid gear
Cou'd give his heart delyte.

VI.

He to the kitchen ran with speed,
To his lov'd Madge he ran,
Sunk down into the chimney-nook
With visage four and wan.

VII.

Get up, he cries, my crishy love,
Support my finking faul
With fomething that is fit to chew,
Be't either het or caul.

VIII.

This is the how and hungry hour,
When the best cures for grief
Are cogue-fous of the lythy kail,
And a good junt of beef.

IX.

O Watty, Watty, Madge replies,
I but o'er justly trow'd
Your love was thowlefs, and that ye
For cake and pudding woo'd.

X.

Bethink thee, Watty, on that night,
When all were fast asleep,

How ye

kifs'd me frae cheek to cheek,

Now leave these cheeks to dreep.

XI.

How cou'd ye ca' my

hurdies fat,

And comfort of your fight?

How cou'd you roofe my dimpled hand,

Now all my dimples flight?

XII.

Why did you promise me a fnood,
To bind my locks fae brown?
Why did you me fine garters height,
Yet let my hose fa' down?

XIII.

O faithless Watty, think how aft
I ment your farks and hose !

For

you how many bannocks ftown, How many cogues of brofe!

XIV.

But hark!—the kail-bell rings, and I
Maun gae link aff the pot ;
Come fee, ye hash, how fair I fweat,
To stegh your guts, ye fot.

XV.

The grace was said, the master ferv'd,
Fat Madge return'd again,

Blyth Watty raise and rax'd himsell,
And fidg'd he was fae fain.

XVI.

He hy'd him to the favory bench,
Where a warm haggies stood,
And gart his gooly through the bag
Let out its fat heart's blood.

XVII.

And thrice he cry'd, Come eat, dear Madge,

Of this delicious fare;

Syne claw'd it aff most cleverly,

'Till he could eat nae mair.

CELIA in a Jeffamine Bower.

I.

WHEN the bright god of day

Drove weftward his ray,

And the evening was charming and clear,
The swallows amain

Nimbly skim o'er the plain,
And our shadows like giants appear.

II.

In a jeffamine bower,
When the bean was in flower,
And zephyrs breath'd odours around,

Lov'd Celia she fat

With her fong and spinet,

And she charm'd all the grove with her found.

III.

Rofy bowers fhe fung,

Whilft the harmony rung,

And the birds they all flutt'ring arrive,

The industrious bees,

From the flowers and trees,
Gently hum with their sweets to their hive.

IV.

The gay god of love,

As he flew o'er the grove,
By zephyrs conducted along ;
As he touch'd on the strings,
He beat time with his wings,
And echo repeated the song.

V.

O ye mortals! beware

How ye venture too near, Love doubly is armed to wound;

Your fate you can't shun,

For you're furely undone,
If you rafhly approach near the found.

Were not my heart light, I wad die.

I.

THE `HERE was anes a May, and she loo'd na men,

She biggit her bonny bower down in yon glen, But now she cries dool! and a-well-a-day!

Come down the green gate, and come here away. But now he cries dool! &c.

II.

When bonny young Johny came o'er the sea,
He said he saw naething fae lovely as me;
He heght me baith rings and mony braw things;
And were na my heart light, I wad die.

He heght, &c.

III.

He had a wee titty that loo'd na me,

Because I was twice as bonny as she;

She rais'd fuch a pother 'twixt him and his mother, That were na my heart light, I wad die.

She rais'd, &c.