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Thus merrily my time I pass,
With spirits brisk and voggie,
My cronies and my coggie.
Sic like as Kathrine Ogie;
Whan o'er a social coggie. *
And saft thy waters glide,
Adorn thy wooded side.
Tho' a' sae sweet and gay;
But I am doylt an’ wae.
On tufted knowe an' fell,
Sae mildly glints farewell!
Alang the waveless tide,
Hang on the mountain's side.
At gloamin's silent hour,
The joys o' e'enin' pour:
* This version of Cauld kail in Aberdeen is by Mr. William Reid, Bookseller in Glasgow, and is intended to present to the mind a few ideas more agreeable than some of those in the old song of that name.
A' things are gay, but I am wae;
They smile, but I repine;
But I am far frae mine,
That scoop'd wide Clutha's vale,
And bade her spread the sail!
And freedom, health, and joy;
Nor soothing hope destroy.
Dark as the wintry storm;
Nae love my sorrow charm.
Wears cauldness in her ee;
Will never love like me. *
MARY LOOK'D SAE CAULD ON ME.
TUNE" Roslin Castle."
* This song, and the six following, the Editor has been favoured with from a Gentleman in Ayrshire, already known to the world as the author of a beautiful little work entitled Hora Poetica. The Editor expresses the highest sense of gratitude to the author for these pieces; and he is assured the public will give its most cordial assent to the high poetical merit he attaches to them.
Come rapid, with tumultous sweep,
ADVICE TO THE LASSES.
To ony tune you like. Lasses lookna sourly meek,
But laugh an' love in youth's gay morn: If ance the bloom forsake your cheek,
Fareweel your heuks, the hairst is shorn. The secret favour that you meet,
Or the favour ye return, If vainly ye let ithers see't,
Fareweel your heuks, the hairst is shorn. Wi' care the tender moments grip,
When your cautious lovers burn; But if ye let that moment slip,
Fareweel your heuks, the hairst is shorn. Be on your guard wi' Sir or Laird ;
A' ties but that o' marriage spurn; For if you grant what he may want,
Fareweel your heuks, your hairst is shorn.
The lad that's wi' your siller taen,
Reject his vows wi' honest scorn; For ance the glitterin' ore's his ain,
Fareweel your heuks, the hairst is shorn.
Widows rest you as ye are
Nae lover now dare crook his horn; But mak him master o' your gear
Fareweel your heuks, the hairst is shorn. Lasses that nae lads hae got,
But live in garrets lane and lorn, Let ilk be carefu' o' her cat
Ne'er think o'heuks—your hairst is shorn.
TUNE" Jockie's far awa."
Thy frosts, an' hills o' sna';
For I maun lea', them a'.
Upon its wallow bier ;
Beneath the dewy tear.
For I maun lea' you a'.
For me, when far awa?
Where ceaseless tempests blaw,
Will ye repeat my last adieu, ..An mourn that I'm awa'?
I've seen the wood, where rude winds rave,
In gay green mantle drest;
Wild whistling in the blast:
An' left me thus to mourn: The vernal Sun will gild the sky, But joy will ne'er return.
Then fare ye weel, fc.
In vain will Spring her gowans spread
Owre the green swairded lea:
Will bloom in vain to me:
Wi' buds and blossoms braw
Then fare ye weel, 8c.
Owinter! spare the peacefu' scene
Where early joys I knew :
Its sky unclouded blue.
The social crak ye ca'-
Then fare ye weel, fc.
* After untoward fate had forced the author to seek mental peace for several years on the restless bosom of the deep, he returned, disappointed in his search, to the scenes of his youth. He now found them endeared to him by absence, a sonl.cheering contrast to the tumults and dangers he had lately experienced; but misfortune still pursued him, and it was on the prospect of quitting his country once more, and for ever, that the above effusion was