Whyles, on the strong-wing'd tempest flyin, Tirlin' the kirks; Whyles, in the human bosom pryin, Unseen thou lurks. I've heard my rev'rend grannie say, Nod to the moon, Ye fright the nightly wand'rer's way, To Wi' eldritch 2 croon. When twilight did my grannie summon, 3 Or, rustlin, thro' the boortrees 3 comin, Wi' heavy groan. Ae dreary, windy, winter night, The stars shot down wi' sklentin1 light, 6 Ye, like a rash-buss, stood in sight, 7 The cudgel in my nieve did shake, Awa ye squatter'd like a drake, On whistlin wings. 2 hideous. 4 slanting. 6 bush of rushes. Vorm Let warlocks grim, an' wither'd hags, Wi' wicked speed; And in kirk-yards renew their leagues, Owre howket1 dead. Thence, countra wives, wi' toil an' pain, By witchin skill; An' dawtet, twal-pint hawkie's' gane As yell's the bill.* Thence, mystic knots mak great abuse 5 By cantraip wit, Is instant made no worth a louse, Just at the bit. When thowes dissolve the snawy hoord, Then, water-kelpies haunt the foord, By your direction, And 'nighted trav'llers are allur'd To their destruction. And aft your moss-traversin" Spunkies" Till in some miry slough he sunk is, When masons' mystic word an' grip The youngest "brother" ye wad whip Lang' syne in Eden's bonie yard, The raptur'd hour— Sweet on the fragrant flow'ry swaird, In shady bow'r ; Then you, ye auld, snick-drawing 2 dog! An' play'd on, man a cursed brogue,3 (Black be your fa'!) An' gied the infant warld a shog,* 'Maist ruin'd a'. This verse originally read thus : "Lang syne, in Eden's happy scene A dancin, sweet, young handsome quean, In a letter to John Richmond, of February 17th, 1786, Burns speaks of something disagreeable having happened with respect to himself, an occurrence which afterwards led to a rupture between Jean Armour and him, and occasioned the substitution of the verse in the text for the one first given when he prepared the poem for the press. 2 Who draws the bolt stealthily; or the reference may be to the cheat who scrapes away from the horns of cattle the marks of their age. 4 shock. 3 trick. 2 D'ye mind that day when in a bizz1 'Mang better folk, An' sklented on the man of Uzz 4 Your spitefu' joke? An' how ye gat him i' your thrall, Wi' bitter claw; An' lows'd his ill-tongu'd wicked scaull Was warst ava? But a' your doings to rehearse, 6 Wad ding a Lallan tongue, or Erse, In prose or rhyme. 5 An' now, auld "Cloots," I ken ye're thinkin, A certain bardie's rantin, drinkin, Some luckless hour will send him linkin, To your black pit; But, faith! he'll turn a corner jinkin, An' cheat you yet. But fare you weel, auld "Nickie-ben!" Still hae a stake: I'm wae to think upo' yon den, shrivelled periwig. Ev'n for your sake! 2 smoked rags. 4 aimed. 1 ferment. 5 scolding wife. • Vide Milton, Book vi.-R. B. SCOTCH DRINK.' Gie him strong drink until he wink, Till he forgets his loves or debts, An' minds his griefs no more. SOLOMON'S PROVERBS, XXXi. 6, 7. LET other poets raise a fracas 'Bout vines, and wines, an' drucken Bacchus, An' crabbet names an' stories wrack us, An' grate our lug : I sing the juice Scotch bear can mak us, O thou, my Muse! guid auld Scotch drink! 'It appears from Burns's letter to John Richmond, dated Mossgiel, February 17th, 1786, that this poem was written about that time. On the 20th of the following month he said to Robert Muir, "I here enclose you my Scotch Drink.' I hope, some time before we hear the gowk, to have the pleasure of seeing you at Kilmarnock, when I intend we shall have a gill between us in a mutchkin stoup." Fergusson wrote a poem on "Caller Water," which Burns had in his mind in composing this poem. Gilbert Burns says: Notwithstanding the praise he has bestowed on Scotch Drink-which seems to have misled his historians-I do not recollect during these seven years [the Tarbolton period] nor till towards the end of his commencing author-when his growing celebrity occasioned his being often in company-to have ever seen him intoxicated, nor was he at all given to drinking. barley. meander. 2 66 |