YOUNG JOCKEY, ETC, "Tis this in Nelly pleases me, Fal lal de ral, &c. 357 YOUNG JOCKEY. YOUNG Jockey was the blithest lad He roos'd my waist sae genty sma'; My Jockey toils upon the plain, Thro' wind and weet, thro' frost and snaw; And o'er the lea I look fu' fain When Jockey's owsen1 hameward ca', An' aye the night comes round again, An' aye he vows he'll be my ain As lang's he has a breath to draw. M'PHERSON'S' FAREWELL. FAREWELL, ye dungeons dark and strong CHORUS. Sae rantingly, sae wantonly, He play'd a spring and danc'd it round, The seventh stanza has several minute faults; but I remember I composed it in a wild enthusiasm of passion.-R. B. The plough. 3 Praised. 4 Oxen. A noted Highland robber, whose daring is portrayed in the verses. He broke his violin at the foot of the gallows. Oh, what is death but parting breath I've dar'd his face, and in this place Untie these bands from off my hands, I've liv'd a life of sturt' and strife: It burns my heart I must depart And not avenged be. Sae rantingly, &c. Now farewell light, thou sunshine bright, May coward shame distain his name, THE DEAN OF FACULTY. A NEW BALLAD. TUNE "THE Dragon of WANTLEY." DIRE was the hate at old Harlaw Or were more in fury seen, Sir, Than 'twixt Hal and Bob2 for the famous job Who should be Faculty's Dean, Sir. This Hal, for genius, wit and lore, Which shows that heaven can boil the pot, 1 Trouble. 2 Henry Erskine and Robert Dundas. I'LL AYE CA' IN BY YON TOWN. 359 Squire Hal, besides, had, in this case, For talents to deserve a place Are qualifications saucy; So their worships of the Faculty, Chose one who should owe it all, d'ye see, As once on Pisgah purg'd was the sight So may be, on this Pisgah height, In your heretic sins may ye live and die, But accept, ye sublime Majority, With your Honours and a certain King, The more incapacity they bring, I'LL AYE CA' IN BY YON TOWN. I'LL aye ca' in by yon town, And by yon garden green again; I'll aye ca' in by yon town, And see my bonnie Jean again. There's nane sall ken, there's nane sall guess, What brings me back the gate again, But she, my fairest faithfu' lass, And stownlins' we sall meet again. She'll wander by the aiken tree, When trystin-time draws near again; 1 By stealth. A BOTTLE AND FRIEND. There's nane that's blest of human kind, HERE'S a bottle and an honest friend! And comes not aye when sought, man. I'LL KISS THEE YET. TUNE "THE BRAES O' BALQUIDDER.' CHORUS. I'LL kiss thee yet, yet, And I'll kiss thee o'er again, An' I'll kiss thee yet, yet, My bonnie Peggy Alison! Ilk care and fear, when thou art near, When in my arms, wi' a' thy charms, And by thy een sae bonnie blue, 1 Throne first occupied. 4 ON CESSNOCK BANKS. ON CESSNOCK BANKS.' TUNE-"IF HE BE A BUTCHER NEAT AND TRIM." Could I describe her shape and mien; An' she's twa sparkling, roguish een. She's sweeter than the morning dawn, She's stately like yon youthful ash That grows the cowslip braes between, She's spotless like the flow'ring thorn, An' she's twa sparkling, roguish een. Her looks are like the vernal May, Her hair is like the curling mist That climbs the mountain-sides at e'en, Her forehead's like the show'ry bow, Her cheeks are like yon crimson gem, Ar' she's twa sparkling, roguish een. 361 This song was an early production. It was recovered by the editor from the oral communication of a lady residing at Glasgow, whom the bard in early life affectionately admired.-Cromek. The "lassie" was Ellison Begbie, a farmer's daughter, but then the servant of a family living about two miles from Burns. P |