The poor inhabitant below Was quick to learn, and wise to know, And softer flame; But thoughtless follies laid him low, Reader, attend-whether thy soul Know, prudent, cautious self-control FROM THE EPISTLE TO MRS. SCOTT OF WAUCHOPE. I mind it weel, in early date, When I was beardless, young, and blate, And wi' the lave3 ilk merry morn Ev'n then a wish (I mind its power), Shall strongly heave my breast; Or sing a sang at least. ' barley. The rough bur-thistle, spreading wide I turned the weeding-hook aside, My envy e'er could raise; But still the elements o' sang 'Till on that har'st I said before, She roused the forming strain: At ev'ry kindling keek, THE BIRKS OF ABERFELDY. Bonie lassie, will ye go, Will ye go, will ye go, Bonie lassie, will ye go, To the Birks of Aberfeldy? Now simmer blinks on flowery braes, While o'er their heads the hazels hing, Or lightly flit on wanton wing, In the Birks of Aberfeldy. 2 without. • look. $ comely. The braes ascend like lofty wa's, The hoary cliffs are crown'd wi' flowers, Let fortune's gifts at random flee, OF A' THE AIRTS THE WIND CAN BLAW. Tune- Miss Admiral Gordon's Strathspey.' Of a' the airts the wind can blaw, For there the bonie lassie lives, The lassie I lo'e best; There wild woods grow, and rivers row, And mony a hill between; By day and night my fancy's flight I see her in the dewy flowers, I see her sweet and fair; I hear her in the tunefu' birds, There's not a bonie flower that springs But minds me o' my Jean. I wood. AULD LANG SYNE. Should auld acquaintance be forgot, Chorus. For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet, And surely ye'll be your pint-stowp, And we'll tak a cup of kindness yet For auld, &c. We twa hae run about the braes, But we've wander'd mony a weary foot For auld, &c. We twa hae paidl'd i' the burn, From morning sun till dine; But seas between us braid hae roar'd Sin' auld lang syne. For auld, &c. And here's a hand, my trusty fiere', And gie's a hand o' thine; And we'll tak a right guid-willie waught, For auld lang syne. For auld, &c. 1 companion. ' draught. JOHN ANDERSON, MY JO. John Anderson, my jo, John, John Anderson, my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither; TAM GLEN. Tune-' The mucking o' Geordie's Byre.' My heart is a breaking, dear Tittie, But what will I do wi' Tam Glen? I'm thinking, wi' sic a braw fellow, If I maunna marry Tam Glen ? There's Lowrie the laird o' Dumeller, 'Guid-day to you,'-brute! he comes ben: He brags and he blaws o' his siller; But when will he dance like Tam Glen? 1 smooth. 2 poverty. 8 make a shift. |