. 125. FROM THE ADDRESS TO THE TOOTHACHE' My curse upon your venomed stang, And thro' my lugs gies monie a twang, Tearing my nerves wi' bitter pang, When fevers burn, or ague freezes, But thee-thou hell o' a' diseases! Ay mocks our groan. R. BURNS. 126. MY HEART 'S IN THE HIGHLANDS My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here; The hills of the Highlands for ever I love. Farewell to the mountains, high cover'd with snow; R. BURNS. 127. MY LOVE IS LIKE A RED RED ROSE My love is like a red red rose That's sweetly played in tune. Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi' the sun : And I will love thee still, my dear, While the sands o' life shall run. And fare thee weel, my only love, MORISON Tho' this was fair, and that was braw, And yon the toast of a' the town, I sighed, and said among them a', 'Ye are na Mary Morison.' O Mary, canst thou wreck his peace, Wha for thy sake wad gladly die ? Or canst thou break that heart of Whase only faut is loving thee? 129. BONNIE LESLEY O SAW ye bonnie Lesley To spread her conquests farther. To see her is to love her, Thou art a queen, fair Lesley, The hearts o' men adore thee. The Deit he could na scaith thee, Or aught that wad belang thee; He'd look into thy bonnie face, And say, 'I canna wrang thee.' | 130. The Powers aboon will tent thee; Return again, fair Lesley, Return to Caledonie ! A PRAYER IN THE PROSPECT OF DEATH O THOU unknown Almighty Cause Of all my hope and fear! In whose dread presence, ere an hour, If I have wandered in those paths As something, loudly in my breast, Remonstrates I have done; Thou know'st that Thou hast formèd me Where human weakness has come short, Do Thou, All-Good! for such Thou art, Where with intention I have erred, No other plea I have, But, Thou art good; and Goodness still R. BURNS. 131. OF a' the airts the wind can blaw, OF A' THE AIRTS THE WIND CAN BLAW I dearly like the west, I see her in the dewy flowers, I hear her in the tunefu' birds, By fountain, shaw, or green; There's not a bonnie bird that sings, But minds me o' my Jean. 134. 132. AULD LANG SYNE SHOULD auld acquaintance be forgot, For auld lang syne, my dear, We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet, We twa hae run about the braes, But we've wander'd mony a weary foot We twa hae paidled i' the burn, From morning sun till dine; But seas between us braid hae roar'd Sin' auld lang syne. And here's a hand, my trusty fiere, And gie's a hand o' thine; And we'll tak a right guid-willie waught, And surely ye'll be your pint-stowp, And surely I'll be mine; And we'll tak a cup o' kindness yet For auld lang syne. For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet, 133. THE SELKIRK GRACE R. BURNS. R. BURNS. THEN GENTLY SCAN YOUR BROTHER MAN THEN gently scan your brother man, Still gentler sister woman; To step aside is human. The moving why they do it; Who made the heart, 'tis He alone He knows each chord, its various Each spring, its various bias. Then at the balance let's be mute, We never can adjust it; What's done we partly may compute, But know not what 's resisted. R. BURNS (Address to the Unco Guid.) 135. THE TRUE PATHOS To make a happy fire-side clime That's the true pathos and sublime R. BURNS (To Dr. Blacklock). 136. BONNIE DOON YE banks and braes o' bonnie Doon, Thou'lt break my heart, thou warbling bird, Departed never to return. Aft hae I roved by bonnie Doon, To see the rose and woodbine twine; And fondly sae did I o' mine. R. BURNS. 137. THE RELIGION OF HUDIBRAS Save. FOR his Religion, it was fit wit; Twas Presbyterian true blue; To be the true Church Militant; And prove their doctrine orthodox A godly thorough Reformation; D on Suvitaus Compound for sins they are in clined to, By damning those they have no Still so perverse and opposite, Rather than fail they will defy derly, Quarrel with minced pies, and Their best and dearest friend- Fat pig or goose itself oppose the nose. S. BUTLER (Hudibras). Intelted: Sative. |