Or ftrutted in a Bank and clarkit

My cash-account:

While here, half-mad, half-fed, half-farkit,

Is a' th' amount.

I STARTED, mutt'ring, blockhead! coof! And heav'd on high my waukit loof,

To fwear by a' yon ftarry roof,

Or fome rafh aith,

That I, henceforth, would be rhyme-proof

Till my laft breath

WHEN click! the ftring the fnick did draw;

And jee! the door gaed to the wa';

And by my ingle-lowe I faw,

Now bleezin bright,

A tight, outlandish Hizzie, braw,

Come full in fight.

YE

YE-need na doubt, I held my whisht,

The infant aith, half-form'd, was crusht;

I glowr'd as eerie's I'd been dusht

In fome wild glen;

When sweet, like modest Worth, the blufht And ftepped ben.

GREEN, flender, leaf-clad Holly-boughs Were twisted, giacefu', round her brows, I took her for fome Scottish Muse,

By that fame token;

And come to ftop those reeklefs vows,

Would foon been broken.

AHAIR-brain'd fentimental trace'

Was ftrongly marked in her face;

A wildly-witty, ruftic grace

Shone full upon her;

Her

Her eye ev'n turn'd on empty space,

Beam'd keen with Honor.

Down flow'd her robe, a tartan fheen,

Till half a leg was ferimply feen;

And fuch a leg! my bonie Jean

Could only peer it;

Sae ftraught, fae taper, tight and clean,

Nane elfe came near it.

HER Mantle large, of greenish hue,

My gazing wonder chiefly drew;

Deep lights, and shades bold-mingling, threw

A luftre grand;

And feem'd, to my aftonifh'd view,

A well-known Land.'

HERE rivers in the fea were loft;

There, mountains to the skies were toft:

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VOL. I.

Here,

Here, tumbling billows mark'd the coast,

With furging foam,

There, distant fhone Art's lofty boast,

The lordly dome.

HERE, Doon, pour'd down his far fetch'd

floods;

There, well-fed Irwine ftately thuds:

Auld hermit Ayr ftaw thro' his woods,

On to the fhore;

And many a leffer torrent fcuds,

With feeming roar.

Low in a fandy valley fpread,

An ancient Borough rear'd her head;

Still, as in Scottish ftory read,

She boafts a Race,

To ev'ry nobler virtue bred,

And polish'd grace.

Br

By ftately tow'r, or palace fair,

Or ruins pendent in the air,

Bold ftems of Heroes, here and there,

I could difcern;

Some feem'd to mufe, fome feem'd to dare,

With feature ftern.

My heart did glowing tranfport feel,

*

To fee a Race heroic wheel,

And brandifh round the deep dy'd steel

In furdy blows;

While back-recoiling feem'd to reel

Their Suthron foes.

His COUNTRY'S SAVIOUR †, mark him well!

Bold Richardton's heroic fwell;

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The

The Wallaces.

+ William Wallace.

Adam Wallace of Richardton, cousin to the immortal Pre

server of Scottish Independence,