ON THE

LATE CAPTAIN GROSE'S

PEREGRINATIONS

THROUGH SCOTLAND,

Collecting the Antiquities of that. Kingdom.

HEAR, Land o' Cakes, and brither Scots,

Frae Maidenkirk to Johnny Groats!

If there's a hole in a' your coats,

I rede you tent it:

A chield's amang you, taking notes,

And, faith, he'il prent it.

If in your bounds ye chance to light. Upon a fine, fat, fodgel wight,

O' ftature fhort, but genius bright,

That's he, mark weel

And vow! he has an unco flight

O' cauk and keel.

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By fome auld, houlet-haunted, biggin,
Or kirk deferted by its riggin,

'Tis ten to ane ye'll find him. fnug in

Some eldritch part,

Wi' deils, they fay, Ld fafe's! colleaguin-
At fome black art.

Ilk ghaift that haunts auld ha' or chamer, Ye gipfy-gang that deal in glamor,

And you, deep-read in hell's black grammar,

Warlocks and witches;

Ye'll quake at his conjuring hammer,

Ye midnight bes

'Tis tauld he was a fodger bred, And ane wad rather fa'n than fled; But now he's quat the fpurtle-blade,

And dog-fkin wallet,

And taen the Antiquarian trade,

I think they call it

He has a fouth o' auld nick-nackets:
Rufty airn caps and jinglin jackets, †
Wad haud the Lothians-three in tackets,

A towmont gude;

And parritch-pate, and auld faut-backets,

Before the Flood,

*Vide his Antiquities of Scotland.

Vide his treatife on the ancient armour and weapons.

Of Eve's first fire he has a cinder; Auld Tubalcain's fire-fhool and fender; That which diftinguished the gender

O' Balaam's afs;

A broom-ftick o' the witch of Endor,

Weel fhod wi' brass.

Forbye, he'll fhape you aff fu' gleg, The cut of Adam's philibeg

The knife that nicket Abel's craig

He'll prove you fully,

It was a faulding joĉteleg,

Or lang-kail gullie.

But wad ye fee him in his glee,
For meikle glee and fun has he,
Then fet him down, and twa or three

Gude fellows wi' him;

And, port, O port! shine thou a wee,

And THEN ye'll fee him!

Now, by the powers o' Verse and Profe! Thou art a dainty chield, O Grofe!Whae'er o' thee fhall ill fuppofe,

They fair mifca' thee;

I'd take the rafcal by the nose,

Wad fay, Shame fa' thee.

ΤΟ

MISS C*

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A VERY YOUNG LADY,

Written on the blank Leaf-of-a Book, prefented to her by the Author.

BEAUTEOUS rofe-bud, young and gay,

Blooming on thy early May,

Never may'ft thou, lovely Flower,

Chilly fhrink in fleety fhower!

Never Boreas' hoary path,

Never Eurus' pois'nous breath,

Never baleful ftellar lights,

Taint thee with untimely blights!

Never, never reptile thief

Riot on thy virgin leaf!

Nor even Sol too fiercely view

Thy bofom blushing fill with dew!

;

May't thou long, fweet crimfon gem, Richly deck thy native flem Till fome evening, fober, calm, Dropping dews, and breathing balm While all around the woodland rings, And every bird thy requiem fings; Thou, amid the dirgeful found, Shed thy dying honours round, And refign to parent Earth

The loveliest form fhe e'er

gave

birth.