THE BRAES O' BALLOCHMYLE. THE Catrine woods were yellow seen, But nature sicken'd on the e'e. Hersel in beauty's bloom the while, Low in your wintry beds, ye flowers, But *Catrine, in Ayrshire, the seat of Dugal Stewart, Esq. Professor of Moral Philosophy in the University of Edinburgh. Ballochmyle, formerly the seat of Sir John Whiteford, now of Alexander, Esq. E. But here alas! for me nae mair; Shall birdie charm, or floweret smile; Fareweel the bonnie banks of Ayr, Fareweel, fareweel! sweet Ballochmyle! WILLIE WILLIE BREW'D A PECK O' MAUT. O Willie brew'd a peck o' maut, We are na fou, we're nae that fou Here are we met, three merry boys, It is the moon, I ken her horn, She shines sae bright to wyle us hame, Wha first shall rise to gang awa, THE * Willie, who "brew'd a peck o' maut," was Mr. William Nicol; and Rob and Allan, were our poet, and his friend, Allan Cleghorn. These three honest fellowsall men of uncommon talents, are now all under the turf. (1799.) E. THE BLUE-EYED LASSIE. I GAED a waefu' gate, yestreen, I gat my death frae twa sweet e'en, "Twas not her golden ringlets bright; She talk'd, she smil'd, my heart she wyl'd, Cam frae her e'en sae bonnie blue. But |