And your life like the new-driven snaw, Old Satan must have ye, For preaching that three's ane an' twa. Calvin's sons, Calvin's sons, And your skulls are storehouses of lead. Rumble John, Rumble John,1 Deal brimstone like adle,2 Simper James, Simper James,3 That the pack ye'll soon lead, Singet Sawnie, Singet Sawnie," Andrew Gowk, Andrew Gowk,5 Ye may slander the book, ; And the book nought the waur-let me tell you; Yet lay by hat and wig, And ye'll hae a calf's-head o' sma' value. Barr Steenie, Barr Steenie,6 1 John Russell, with the loud voice. 3 James M'Kinla. 4 Alexander Moodie. 6 Stephen Young, Barr. 2 Stagnant water. If ye'll meddle nae mair wi' the matter, Wi' people wha ken ye nae better. Jamie Goose, Jamie Goose,1 He has cooper'd and ca'd a wrang pin in't. Davie Bluster, Davie Bluster,2 Royal blood ye might boast, If the ass was the king o' the brutes. Muirland Jock, Muirland Jock,3 There's no mortal so fit, Cessnockside, Cessnockside, And Even our faes maun allow, your friends daurna say ye hae mair. Why desert ye your auld native shire? Yet were she even tipsy, She could ca' us nae waur than we are.1 DAINTIE DAVIE. Now rosy May comes in wi' flowers, To wander wi' my Davie. CHORUS. Meet me on the warlock-knowe,2 The crystal waters round us fa', When purple morning starts the hare, Then through the dews I will repair, When day, expiring in the west, And that's my ain dear Davie. 1 The chosen champions of the Auld Light, in Ayrshire, presented, in many particulars of personal conduct and demeanour, as broad a mark as ever tempted the shafts of a satirist. That Burns has grossly overcharged the portraits of them, deepening the shadows that were sufficiently dark, and excluding altogether those brighter, and perhaps softer, traits of character which redeemed the originals within the sympathies of many of the worthiest and best of men, seems equally clear.-Lockhart, p. 62. 2 A knoll where wizards have held tryste. THE SELKIRK GRACE.1 SOME hae meat, and canna eat, And some wad eat that want it ; ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF PEG NICHOLSON. PEG NICHOLSON was a gude bay mare, As ever trode on airn; But now she's floating down the Nith, Peg Nicholson was a gude bay mare, Peg Nicholson was a gude bay mare, But now she 's floating down the Nith, Peg Nicholson was a gude bay mare, An' meikle oppress'd an' bruised she was, ON SEEING MISS FONTENELLE IN A FAVOURITE SWEET naïveté of feature, Simple, wild, enchanting elf, Wert thou awkward, stiff, affected, Then indeed thou'd'st act a part. 1 Said by Burns, at the request of the Earl of Selkirk. THE LEAGUE AND COVENANT.1 Cost Scotland blood-cost Scotland tears: ON MISS JESSY LEWARS. TALK not to me of savages But Jessy's lovely hand in mine, A mutual faith to plight, Not ev'n to view the Heavenly choir, Would be so blest a sight. EPITAPH ON MISS JESSY LEWARS.2 SAY, Sages, what's the charm on earth Can turn Death's dart aside ? It is not purity and worth, Else Jessy had not died. THE RECOVERY OF JESSY LEWARS. BUT rarely seen since Nature's birth, The natives of the sky, Yet still one Seraph's left on earth, For Jessy did not die. THE TOAST. FILL me with the rosy wine, Call a toast, a toast divine; Thou hast given a peerless toast. 1 In reply to a gentleman who undervalued the sufferings of Scotland "for conscience sake." 2 Playfully written, when she was indisposed. |