21 But now the L-'s ain trumpet touts, An' echoes back return the shouts- His talk o' hell, where devils dwell, Wi' fright that day. 22 A vast, unbottom'd, boundless pit, Asleep that day. 23 "Twad be owre lang a tale to tell An' how they crowded to the yill, How drink gaed round, in cogs an' Amang the furms and benches: caups, An' cheese an' bread, frae women's laps, Was dealt about in lunches, An' dauds that day. 24 In comes a gaucie, gash guidwife, An' sits down by the fire, ''Black Russell:' afterwards of Stirling. His son, who, like the father, was an excellent man, was minister of Muthil, Perthshire.-2 Sauls does harrow: Shakspeare's 'Hamlet.'-B. Syne draws her kebbuck an' her knife ; Fu' lang that day. 25 Waesucks! for him that gets nae lass, On sic a day! 26 Now Clinkumbell, wi' rattlin' tow, Some swagger hame, the best they dow, At slaps the billies halt a blink, Till lasses strip their shoon: Wi' faith an' hope, an' love an' drink, They're a' in famous tune, For crack that day. 27 How mony hearts this day converts Their hearts o' stane, gin night. are gane There's some are fou o' love divine; There's some are fou o' brandy; An' mony jobs that day begin, DEATH AND DOCTOR HORNBOOK: A TRUE STORY. 1 SOME books are lies frae end to end, A rousing whid,' at times, to vend, 2 But this that I am gaun to tell, 3 The clachan yill had made me canty— An' hillocks, stanes, and bushes kenn'd aye 4 The rising moon began to glowr A rousing whid:' in Second Edition- To count her horns, wi' a' my power, But whether she had three or four, 5 I was come round about the hill, To keep me sicker; Though leeward whyles, against my will, 6 I there wi' Something did forgather, A three-taed leister, on the ither Lay, large an' lang. 7 Its stature seem'd lang Scotch ells twa, And then, its shanks, They were as thin, an' sharp, an' sma', As cheeks o' branks. 8 'Guid-e'en', quo' I; 'Friend, hae ye been mawin', When ither folk are busy sawin'?'2 It seem'd to mak a kind o' stan', But naething spak; At length, says I, 'Friend, whare ye gaun ?— ''Willie's mill:' a mill near Mauchline, on the river Faile, occupied by William Muir, a crony of Burns.-2 Busy sawin':' this rencounter happened in seed-time, 1785.-B. 9 It spak right howe- My name is Death, But be na fley'd.' Quoth I, 'Guid faith, Ye're maybe come to stap my breath; But tent me, billie I red ye weel, tak care o' skaith, See, there's a gully.' 10 Guidman,' quo' he, 'put up your whittle, I'm no design'd to try its mettle; But if I did, I wad be kittle To be mislear'd, I wad na mind it, no that spittle Outowre my beard. 11 Weel, weel,' says I, ' a bargain be't; Come, gie's your hand, an' sae we're gree 't ; Come, gie's your news; This while1 ye hae been mony a gate, 12 Ay, ay!' quo' he, an' shook his head, An' choke the breath: Folk maun do something for their bread, 13 Sax thousand years are near hand fled, Sin' I was to the butching bred, 'This while:' an epidemical fever was then raging in that county.-B. |