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Or strutted 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!
Or some rash aith,
That I, henceforth, would be rby.me-proof
Till my last breath
WHEN click! the string the snick did draw;
And jee! the door gaed to the wa';
Now bleezin bright,
Come full in fight.
YEneed 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 some wild glen ;
When sweet, like modeft Worth, the blusht
And stepped ben.
GREEN, slender, leaf-clad Holly-boughs Were twisted, gracefu', round her brows,
I taok her for fome Scottisb Muse,
By that same token;
And come to stop those reekless
Would foon been broken.
A HAIR-brain's sentimental trace'
Was strongly marked in her face ;
Shone full upon her;
Her eye ev'n turn'd on empty space,
Beam'd keen with Honor.
Down How'd her robe, a tartan fheen,
Could only peer'it;
Nane else came near it,
HER Mantle large, of greenih hue, My gazing wonder chiefly drew; Deep lights, and shades bold-mingling, threw
Here, qumbling billows mark'd the coast,
With furging foam, There, distant shone Art's lofty boast,
The lordly dome.
HERE, Doon, pour'd down his far fetch'd
There, well-fed Irwine stately thuds :
Auld hermit Äyr itaw thro' his woods,
On to the shore;
And many a leffer torrent scuds,
With seeming roar.
Low in a fandy valley spread,
She boasts a Race,
To ev'ry nobler virtue bred,
And polish'd grace.
By Aately tow'r; or palace fair,
I could discern;
Some feem'd to mare, fome seem'd to dare,
With feature ftern.
My heart did glowing transport feel,
To see a Race * heroie wheel,
And brandish round the deep dy'd feel
In fturdy blows;
of William Wallace,
Adam Wallace of Richardton, cousin to the immortal Prem server of Scottish Independence,