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THE GLEN COLLECTION 
OF SCOTTISH MUSIC 

Presented by Lady Dorothea Ruggles- 
Brise to the National Library of Scotland, 
in memory of her brother, Major Lord 
George Stewart Murray, Black Watch, 
killed in action in France in 1914. 
28th January 1927. 




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LALLAN RAMSAY, 




ON HIS 

Poetical Works. 

| A I L Northern Bard ! thou Fav'rite 

of the Nine, 
g Bright, or as Horace d£d, or Virgil 

fhine. 

! Inev'ryPartofwhat thou'it done 
we find 

How they, and great ApUo too, have joyn'd 
To furnifh thee with an uncommon Skill 
And with Poetick Fire thy Bofom fill. 

THY Morning Interview throughout is fraught 
With tuneful Numbers, and Majeftick Thought } 
And Ctlla who her Lover's Suit difdain'd, 
U h ^l-powerfull Gold at length obtain/d. 

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WHEN Winter's hoary Afpect makes. the Plains 
Unpleafant to the Nymphs, and Jovial Swains 5 
Sweetly thou doft thy rural 'Couples call 
To PJeafures known within Edzna's Wall. 

WHEN, Mian thou, for Reafons thou know'ft belt 3 
poom'dbufy Coivpcr to eternal Reft : 
What Mortal could thine El'gy on him read^ 
And not have fworn he was defuntl indeed ? 
Yet, that he might not lofe accuftom'd Dues, 



You rous'd him from the Grave to open Pews ; 

Such Magick, worthy Man\ hath thy Mufe. 3, 

T H' experienc'd Bawd, in apteft Strains thou'ft made 
Barly inftr.ua her Pupils in their Trade 5 
Left when their Faces wrinkled are with Age, 
They fhould not Cullies as when young engage. 
But on our Sex why art thou fo fevere, 
To wiih for Pleafure we may pay fo dear ? 
Suppofe that, thou had'ft after cheerfull Juice, 
JAtt with a ftrouling Harlot wondrous fpruee. 
And been by her prevail'd with to refort 
Where Claret might be drunk, or if not. Port { 



Suppofe, I fay, that this thou granted had, 
And Freedom took with the enticing Jade ; 
Would' ft thou not hope fome Artift might be found 
To cure, if ought you ail'd, the fmarting Wound I 

W;HEN of the Caledonian Garb you fing, 
(Which from Tartana's diftant Clime you bring,) 
With how much Force you recommend the glaid, 
To every jolly Swain, and lovely Maid. 
But if, as Fame reports, fome of thofe Wights, 
W T ho canton'd are among the rugged Heights 
!No Breeks put on, fhould'ft thou not them advife^ 
(Excufe me, Ram/ay, if I am too nice) 
To take, as fitting 'tis fome fpeedy Care 
That what fhould hidden be, appears not bare 5 
Left Damfels, yet unknowing, fhould by Chance 3 ' 
Their nimble Ogle t'wards the Object glance ? 
If this thou doft, we, who the .South poffefs, 
May teach our Females how they ought to dre/sj 
But chiefly let them underftand, 'tis meet 
They fhould their Legs hide m,ore 3 if not their Feet 3 



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Too much by Help of Whale-bone now difplay'd, 
Ev'n from the Dutchefs to the Kitchen-maid ; 
But with more Reafon, thofe who give Diftafte, 
When an their uncouth Limbs our Eyes we cafL 

THY other Sonnets in each Stanza (hew, 
What, when of Love you think, thy Mufe can do, 
So movinglr thou'it made the am'rous Swain, 
Wilh on the Moor his Lafs to meet again, 
That I, methinks, find an unufual Pain. 
Nor hail thou, pleafant Bard, expreftlefs Skill, 
When the brisk Lafs you fang of Peattie's-miU, 
Or charming Sujfis whom thoudo'it compare 
To one deferving lefs with yellow Hair. 

I N lovely Strains kind Nancy you addrefs. 
And mate fond Willie his coy jean poffe'fs : 
Which done, thou'it bleft the Lad in MUk's ArmsJ 
Who long had abfent been 'midft dire Alarms. ' 
And artfully you've plac'd within the Grove, 
Jammie to hear his Miftrefs own her Love, 

A gentle Cure you've found for Strephon% Breafij 
By fcomfull Betty long deprived of Reft* 



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And when the blifsfull Pairs you thus have crown'd, 
You'd have the /31afs go merrily arround ( 

To lhake off Care, and render Sleep more found, ^ 

WHO e'er mall fee, or hath already feen, 
fhofe bonny Lines call'd Cbirfi's-kirk on the Green s 
Muft own that thou haft, to thy lafting Praife, 
Deferv'd as Well as Royal JAMES the Bays. 
'Mong other Things you've painted to the Life, *% 

A Sot unaftive lying by his Wife, > 

Which oft 'twixt wedded Folks makes wofull Strife. ^ 

WHEN 'gainft the Scribling Knaves your Pen you 
drew, 
How did'ft thou lafh the vile preiumptuous Crew J 
Not much fam'd Butler, who hath gone before* 
E'er ridicul'd his Knights, or Ralph more ; 
So well thou'S done it 9 equal Smart they feel, 
As if you-d piercd their Hearts with killing Steel. 

THEY thus fubdu'd, you in pathetick Rhyme,, 
'A Subjed undertook that's more fublime, 
By noble Thoughts, and Words difcreetly joimd, 
Thou'ft taught me how I Stay Contentment find. 

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And when to 'Mdie's Fame you touch'd the.LyreJ 
Thou fang'ft like one of the Sera phick Choir. 
So fmoothly flow thy nat'ral rural Strains, 
5o fweetly too, you've made the mournful Swains 
His Dearh iament, what Mortal can forbears- 
Shedding like us upon his Tomb a Tear. 

GO on, fam'd Bard, thou Wonder of our Days, 
And crown thy Head with never-fading Bays, 
While gratefull Britons do thy Lines revere, 
And value, as they ought, their Virgil here. 

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Morning Interview, 

Such HUing Looks, fo thick the Arrows fly ', 
That 'tis unjafc to be a Stanier by : 
Toets approaching to describe the Fight, 
Are by iheir Wounds inftruiled how to %vrite. 

Waller.. 15 o< 

S&gSjSMfti S> fflt & M£0/S> HEN filent Show'rs refrefh the 

pregnant Soil, 
And tender Sallats eat with Tuf 

can Oyl, 
Harmonious Sounds now eccho in 
each Grove, 
Of bleating Lambs who from their Parents rove; 
•While o'er the Plain the anxious Dames do ftray, 
Calling their tender Care with hoarfer Bae. 
Now cheerful Zephyr from the Weftern Sky, 
With eafy Scud, o'er painted Helds does fljjj 




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To kifs his FLORA with a gentle Air, 

Who yields to his Embrace, and looks more fair. 

When from Debauch with fp'rituous Juice oppreft, 
The Sons of B A CCHUS ftagger Home to Reft, 
With tatted Wigs, foul Shoes, and uncock'd Hats, 
And all bedaub'd with Snuff their loofe Cravats. 
The Sun began to fip the morning Dew, 
As DAMON from his reftlefs Pillow flew. 

Him late from C E L I A 's Cheek a Patch did wound, 
A Patch high feared- on the blufhing Round. 
His painful Thoughts all Night forbid him reft, 
And he employ'd that Night as one oppreft ; 
Mufmg Revenge, and how to countermine 
The ftrongeft Force, and ev'ry deep Deiign 
Of Patches, Fans, of Necklaces and Rings, 
Ev'n Muiick's Pow'r, when CELIA plays or fings. 



Fatigu'd with running Errands all the Day, 
Happy in want of Thought his Valet lay, 

Recruiting Strength, with Sleep. His Mafter calls, 

He ftarcs with lock'd up Eyes, and beats the Walls. 



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A fecond Thunder rouzes up the Sot, 

He yawns, and murmurs Curfes through his Throat ; 

Stockings awry, and Breeches- knees unlac'd, 

And Buttons do miftake their Holes for Hafte. 

His Matter raves — -Cries, ROG ER, make Difpatch, 

Time flies apace. He frown'd, and lookt his Watch ; 

Hafle, do my Wig, ty't.with the carelefs Knots, 

And run to ClVE T% let him fill my Box. 

Go to my Laundreft, fee what makes her "flay, 

And call a Coach and Barber in your Way. 

Thus Orders juftle Orders in a Throng : 
ROGER with laden Mem'ry trots along. 
His Errands done ; with Brufhes next he mull 
Renew his Toil amidft perfumed Duft : 
He beats and rubs, till fcarce one Pile remain. 
Then fix Times more's thrown on the Wig again* 
The yielding Comb he leads with artful Care, 
Through crook'd Meanders of the flaxen Hair : < 

E'er all's perform'd he's almoffc chok'd to Death, 
The Air is thicken'd, and he pants for Breath. 
So does the Traveller through Libya's Plain, 
A Conflift with the driving Sands Main. 

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Two Hours are paft, and D A MO N is equipt, 
Penfive he ftalks, and meditates the Fight ; 
Arm'd Cap-a-pee, in Drefs a killing Beau, y 

Thrice view'd his Glafs, and then refolv'd to go, > 
Fluflit full of Hope to overcome his Foe. ^ 

His early Pray'rs were all to Paphos fent, 
That JOVE's Sea-daughter would give her Confent : 
Cry'd, Send thy tittle Son unto my AH. 
Then took his Hat, tript out, and no more faid. 

What lofty Thoughts do fometimes pufh a Man 
Beyond the Verge of his own native Span ! 
Keep low thy Thoughts,frail Clay^or boaft thy Pow'r \-\ 
Fate will be Fate: And fince there's nothing fure, > 
Vex not thy felf too much,but catch th' aufpicious Hour.-* 

The tow'ring Lark had thrice his Mattins fung, 
And thrice were Bells for Divine Service rung. 
In Plaids muff 'd up, Prudes throng the facred Dome, 
And leave the fpacious Petticoat at Home : 
While fofteft Dreams feal'd up fair CELIAC Eyes, 
She dreams of DA MO N 9 and forgets to rife. 



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A fportive Sylph does lay the fubtile Snare, 
Such know the charming Baits which catch the Fair 5 
She (hews him handfom, brawny, rich and young, 
With Snuff-box, Cane, and Sword-knot finely hung, 
Well skill'd in Airs of Dangle, Tofs, and Rap, 
Thofe Graces which do tender Hearts entrap. 

Where A UL US oft makes Law for Juftice pafs, 
And CHARLE S>$, Statue Hands in lafting Brafs, 
Amidft a Square which does amaze the Sight 9 
With fpacious Fabricks of ftupendous Hight ; 
Whofe fublime Roofs in Clouds advance fo high, 
They feem the Watch-tow'rs of the nether Sky : 
Where once, Alas ! where once the Three Eftates 
Of SCOTL JN&'s Parliament held free Debates: 
Here CELIA dwelt; thither did D A MON move, 
Prefs'd by his rigid Fate, and raging Love. 

To her Apartment ftraight the daring Swain 
Approach'd, and foftly knqck'd, nor knock'd in vain. 
The Nymph new wak'd flirts from the lazy Down, 
And wraps her gentle Limbs in Morning Gown : 

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But half awake fhe judges it muft be 

FRANICALIA come to take her Morning Tea : 

Cries, Welcome, Coufin. But fhe foon began 

To change her Vifage, when (he faw a Man : 

Her unfixt Eyes with various Turnings range. 

And pale Surprize to modeit red exchange : 

Doubtful 'twixt Modefty and Love fhe Hands, 

Then ask'd the bold Impertinent's Demands. 

Her Strokes are doubled, and the Youth now found ? 

His Pains iacreafe, and open ev'ry Wound. 

Who can defcribe the Charms of loofe Attire ! 

Who can refift the Flames with which they fire ! 

Ah, barbarous Maid ! he cries, fare native Charms 

Are too too much : Why then fuch Store of Arms ? 

Madam, I come, prompt by th" uneafy Pains, 

Caused by a Wound from you, and want Revenge 5 

A borrow'd Pow'r was potted on a Charm : 

A Patch 2 damn'd Patch ! Can Patches work fuch Harm I 

He faid; then threw a Bomb lay hid within 
Love's Mortar-piece, the Dimple of his Chin. 
It mifsU for once, fhe lifced up her Head, 
Anrl blufii'd a Smile, that almoft duck him dead, 

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Then cunningly retir'd, and he purfu'd 

Near to the Toilet, where the War renew'd. 

Thus the great F ABIUS often gain'd the Day 

O'er HANNIBA £, by frequent giving Way : 

So warlike BRUCE and WALLACE fometime deign'4 , 

To fee m defeat, yet certain Conqueft gain'd. 

Thus was he led in midft of CELIA's Room^ 
Speechlefs he flood, and waited for his Doom : 
Words were but vain, he fcarce could ufe his Breathy 
As round he view'd the Implements of Death. 
Her dreadful Arms in carelefs Heaps were laid a 
In gay Diforder round her tumbled Bed ; 
He often to the foft Retreat wou'd itare, 
Still wiming he might give the Battle thereJ 
Stunn'd with the thought, his wand'ring looks did ftray^ 
To where lac'd Shoes and her filk Stockings lay, >v 
And Garters which are never feen by Day. «3 

His dazzl'd Eyes almoft deferted Light ; 
No Man before had ever got the Sight, 
A Lady's Garters, Earth ! their very Name, 
Tho yet unfeen, fete all the Soul on Flame. 

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The Royal NED knew well their mighty Charms, 
Elfe he'd ne'er hoop'd one round the Englljh Arms. 
Let barb'rous Honours crown the Sword and Lance, -\ 
Thou next their Ring does Btitijh Knights advance, > 
O GARTER! Horn [oh qui mal y penfe, A- 

O who can all thefe hidden Turns relate, 
That do attend on a ram Lover's Fate! 
In deep Diftrefs the Youth turn'd up his Eyes, 
As if to ask Afliftance from the Skies. 
The PETTICOAT was hanging on a Pin, 
Which the unlucky Swain ftar'd up within ; 
His curious Eyes too daringly did rove, 
Around this oval conick Vault of Love : 
Himfelf alone can td] the Pain he found, 
While his wild Sight furvey'd forbidden Ground. 
He view'd the tenfold Fence, and gave a G rone. 
His trembling Limbs befpoke his Courage gone : 
Stupid and pale he flood, like Statue dumb, 
The amber Snuff dropt from his carelefs Thumb. 
Be filent here, my Mufe, and fhun a Plea ^ 

May rife betwixt old Bicierftaff and me 5 V 

3?cr none may touch a Petticoat but he, ^ 

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DAMON thus foil'd, breath'd with a dying Tone, 
Afffoye Towers of Zove, elfe I am gone. 
The ardent Pray'r foon reach'd the Cyprian Grove, 
Heard and accepted by the Queen of Love. 
Fate was propitious too, her Son was by, ^ 

Who 'midft his dread Artillery did ly V 

Of Flanders Lace, and Straps of curious Dye. J> 

On India Muflin Shades the God did loll. 
His Head reclin'd upon a Tinfy Roll. 

The Mother Goddefs thus her Son befpoke, 
< £ Thou mutt, my Boy, affume the Shape of SHOCK, 
<c And leap to CE LI AH Lap ; whence thou may flip 
" Thy Paw up to her Breaft, and reach her Lip ; 
" Strike deep thy Charms, thy pow'rful Artdifplay, 
" To make young DAMON Conqueror to Day. 
" Thou need not blufh to change thy Shape,fince JO VB 
" Try'd moil of brutal Forms to gain his Love ; 
" Who that he might his loud SATURN I A gull,' 
" For fair EURoPA's Sake, inform'd a Bull. 

She fpoke,_* Not quicker does the Lamp of Day 
Jet on the Mountain Tops a gilded Ray, 

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Swifter than Lightning flies before 'the Clap, 
From Cyprus Ifle he reached CELIACS Lap : . 
Now fawns, now wags his Tail, and licks her Arm ; 
She hugs him to her Breaft, nor dreads the Harm. 
So in A8CAN1US Shape, the God unfeen 
Dally 'd, and ruin'd the Carthaginian Queen. 

So now the fubtile Powr his Time efpies, 
And threw Two barbed Darts in CE LI A's Eyes : 
Many were broke before he cou'd fucceed ; 
But that of Gold flew whizzing through her Head ; 
Thefe were his laft Referve. — - When others fail 3 
Then the refulgent Metal muft prevail. 
Pleafure produc'd by Money now appears, 
Coaches and Six run rattling in her Ears. 
O Liv'ry Men! Attendants! Houfhold- plate! 
Court-poiis and Vifits! pompous Air and State! 
How does your Splendor fwell the Female's Pride, 
When o'er their Minds fuch Gawdry does prefide f 
Succefs attends, CUP ID has plaid his Part, 
And funk the pow'rful Venom to her Heart. 



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She cou'd no more, fhe's catched in the Snare, 
Sighing ftie fainted in her eafy Chair. 
The fanguine Streams in Blufhes no more glow, 
But to fupport the Heart, all inward fiow. 
Leaving the Cheek now cold and white as Snow. 

Thus CE LI A fell, or rather thus did rife : 
Thus D AMON made, or el fe was made a Prize : 
For both were Conquerors, and both did yield ; 
Firft ihe, now he, is Matter of the Field. 

Now he refumes frefh Life, abandons Fear, 
Jumps to his Limbs, and does more gay appear. 
Not gaming Heir, when his rich Parent dies, 
Not Zealot reading Hackne/s Party-lies, 
Not fofc Fifteen, on her Feet-wafhing Night, 
Not Poet when his Mufe fublimes her Flight, 
Not an old Maid, for fome young Beauty's Fall, 
Not the long tending * Stibler at his Call, 
Not Husbandman, in Drought when Rain defcends, 
Not Mifs, when \ Lmb&ham his Purfe extends, 
E'er knew fuch Raptures as this joyful Swain, 
When yielding, dying cBLJA calm'd his Pain. 



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The rapid Joys now in fuch Torrents roul. 
That fcarce his Organs can retain his Soul. 

Vi&or he's gen'rous, courts the Fair's Efteem, 
And takes a Bafon fiil'd with limpid Stream : 
Then from his Fingers form'd an artful Rain, 
Which rouz'd the dormant Spirits of her Brain, 
And made the purple Channels flow again. 
She lives, he lings ; fhe fmiles, and looks more tame 
Now Peace and Friend (hip is the only Theme. 



The MUSE owns freely here, (he does not know,^ 
If Words did pafs between the Belle and Beau, p. 

Or, if, in Courtfhip, fuch ufe Words or no. 3 

But fure it is, there was a Parley beat, 
And mutual Love did end the proud Debate. 
Then to complete the Peace and feal the Blifs, 
He, for a Diamond Ring, received a Kifs 

Of her foft Hand. Next, the afpiring Youth, 

With eager Tranfports, prefs'd her glowing Mouth. 
So, by Degrees, the Eagles teach their Young 
To mount on high, and ftare upon the Sun. 



A fumpruous* Treat does crown the ended War, 
And all rich Requifites are brought from far* 



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The Table boafts its being from Japan, 
Th' ingenious Work of fome great Artifan. 
China, where Potters coarfeft Mould refine, 
That Light through the tranfparent Jar does fhinej 
The coftly Plates and Difhes are from thence, 
And Ama\onla muft her Sweets difpence 9 
To her warm Banks our Veffels cut the Main, 
For the fweet Product of her lufcious Cane : 
Here Scotia does no coftly Tribute bring, 
Only fome Kettles full of f Todian Spring, 

Where Indus and the double Ganges flow, 
Ori odorif'rous Plains the Leaves do grow; 
Chief of the Treat, a Plant the Boaft of Fame, 
Sometimes call'd Green, B H E A 's its greater Name. 

O happiefl of Herbs ! Who would not be ^ 

■pythagoriz'd into the Form of thee, j> 

jAnd with "high Tranfports ad the Part of TEA? % 

Kiffes on thee the haughty Belles beftotfr, 

While in thy Steams their coral Lips do glow ; 

Thy Vertues and thy Flavour they commend ; 

t While Men, even Beaux, with parched Lips attend. 

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P% " J H E Curtain's drawn ; Now generous Reader fay 3 

Have ye not read worfe Numbers in a Play ? 
Sure here is Plot, Place, Character, and Time, 
AW fmoothly wrought in good firm Englifh Rhime» 
I own, 'tis but a Sample of my Lays, 
Which ash the Civil Sanction of your Praije, 
JBeflow't with Freedom, let your Praife be ample. 
And I my f elf will Jhow you good Example. 
Keep up your Pace, altho dull Critichs fquint, 
And cry, with empty Nod, There's Nothing irit ; 
Tiiey only mean there's Nothing they can ufe ; 
Becaufe they find moU, where there's mofl Refufe* 

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W\ WSM ^ eaIth a J°y an< i Love, and Baniihment of 
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fORASMUCHAS bare Fields and gurly Skies 
Make rural Scenes ungrateful to the Eyes; 
When Hyperborean Blafts confound the Plain, 
Driving, by Turns, light Snow and heavy Rain ; 
Ye Swains and Nymphs, forfake the withered Grove, 
That no damp Colds may nip the Buds of Love ; 

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Ere Winds and Tempefts o'er the Mountains ride, 
Kafte to where Choice of Pleafures do refide; 
Come to ray Tow'rs, and leave th' unpleafant Scene,, 
My cheerful Bofom fhall your Warmth fuftain, 
Screen'd in my Walls, you may bleak Winter fhun, 
And, for a While, forget the diftant Sun : 
My blazing Fires, bright Lamps, and fparkiing Wine, 
As Summer Sun fhall warm, like him fhall fhine. 

My witty Clubs of Minds that move at large, 
With every Glafs can Tome great Thought Difcharge ; 
When from my Senate, and the Toils of Law, 
T 5 unbend the Mind from Bus'nefs you withdraw^ 
With fuch gay Friends to laugh fome Hours away, 
My Winter Even fhall ding the Summer's Day. 

One in his Turn, with Strength of Skill defines 
The uuiverfal Ufe of E UcL IP's Lines. 

My Schools of Law produce a manly Train 
Of fluent Orators, who Right maintain, 
Pra&is'd t* exprefs themfelyes a graceful Way* 
And Eloquence fhines forth in all they fay* 

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Some Raphael, Ruben,, or Vandike admire, 
Whofe Bofoms glow with fuch a God-like Fire, 
Of my own Race I have, who fhall ere long. 
Challenge a Place amongft th' ingenious Throng. 

Others in fmootheft Numbers are prqfufe, 
And can in Mantuan Daflyl's lead the Mufe : 
And others can with Mufick make you gay. 
With fweeteft Sounds, CorrelU's Art difplay, 
While they around in fofteft Meafures fing, 
Or beat melodious SoJo's from the String, 

What Pleafure can exceed to know what's great. 
The Hinge of War, and winding Draughts of State ? 
Thefe in my Coffee- Shops th' afpiring Youth 
May learn, with Pleafure, from the Sage's Mouth; 
•While they full fraughted Judgments do unload, 
Relating to Affairs Home and Abroad, 
The generous Soul is nVd with noble Flame, 
To emulate victorious Eugene's Fame, 
Who with frefli Glories decks th' Imperial Throne, 
Making the haughty On- man Empire groan. 

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He'll learn when warlike Sweden and the C\ar^ 
The Vanes and Frujfiam (hall demit the War 5 
T' obferve what mighty Turns of Fate may fpring 
From this new War rais'd by Iberia $ Ring. 

Long ere the Morn from eaftern Seas a rife, 
To fweep Night- fhades from off the vaulted Skies, 
Oft Love or Law in dream your Mind may tofs, 
And pufn the fluggifh Senfes to their Poft ; 
The Hautboy's diflant Notes fhall then oppofe 
Your Phantom Cares, and lull you to Repofe* 

To Vifit and take Tea, the well drefs\i Fair 
May pafs the Crowd unruffled in her Chair 5 
No puft or Mire her Alining Foot (hall ftain, - 
Or on the horizontal Hoop give Pain, 
For Beaux and Belles no City can compare. 
Nor fhew a Galaxy fo made, fo fair. 
The Ears are charm'd, and ravifhM are the Eyes 3 
"When at the Contort lriy fair Stars arife. 
What Poets of fictitious Beauties fing, 
Shall in blight Order fill the dazling Ring; 



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From Venus y Pallas, and the Spoufe of Jove, 
They'd gain the Prize, judg'd by the God of Love: 
Their Sun-burrft Features wou'd look dull, and fade, 
Compar'd with my fwset White, and blujbingKei, * 
The Chara&er of Beauties fo divine, 
The MUSE for want of Words cannot define, 
The pantiifg Soul beholds with awful Love, 
Imprefs'd on Clay, th' angelick Forms above 5 
WJiofe glancing Smiles can pow'rfully impart 
jRaptures fublime, in dumb Show, to the Heart 

The Strength of all thefe Charms if ye defy, 
My Court of Juftice fhall make you comply. 
Welcome, my Sejfio®, thou my Bofom warms, 
Thrice three Times welcome to thy Mother's Arms, 
Thy Father, long, rude Man ! has left my Bed ; 
Thou'rt now my Guard, and Support of my Trade. 
My Heart yearns after thee with ftrong Defire, 
Thou deareft Image of thy ancient Sire; 
Should proud Augufla take the from me too, 
So great a Lofs wou'd make Edina bow ; 
Fd fink beneath a Weight I cou'd not bear. 
And in a Heap of Rubbilh difapjear. 

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Vain are fuch Fears ; I'll rear my Head in State, 
My bodding Heart foretells a glorious Fate : 
New irately Structures on new Streets fhall rife, 
And new-built Churches tow'ring to the Skies. 
From utmoft Tbule to the If over Rock, 
Britain's beft Blood in Crowds to me (hall flock ; 
A numerous Fleet fhall be my Fortba's Pride,' 
While they in her calm Roads at Anchor ride : 
Thefe from eadiCoaft fhall bring what's Great and Rare, 
To animate the Brave, and pleafe the Fair, 




Writ- 




WRITTEN.BENEATH 

The Hiftorical Print of the wonderful 
Prefermtion of Mr. DAVID BRUCE, 
| and others his School-fellows ; 

St. Andrews i^Stagfft, 1710. 



■n I X Times the Day with Light and Hope arcfe 3 
fcf As oft the Night her Terrors did oppofe, 
While tofs'd on roaring Waves, the tender Crew- 
Had nought but Death and Horror in their View ; 
Pale Famine, Seas, bleak Cold at equal Strife, 
Confpiring all againft their Bloom of Life : 
Whilft like the Lamp's la ft Flame, their trembling Soul's 
Are on the Wing to leave their mortal Goals 5 
And Death before them Hands with frightful Stare, 
Their Spirits fpent, and funk down to Defpair* 

Behold., 'f 



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Behold, th' indulgent providential Eye, 
With watchful Rays defending from .on high. 
Angels come poking down the divine Beam, 
To fave the Helplefs in their laft Extreme : . 
Unfeen the heiv'nly Guard about them flock ; 
Some rule the Winds, fome lead them up the Rock,.- 
While other two attend the dying Pair, 
To waft their young white Souls thro Fields of Air* 




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ELEGY on Maggjy J§hnjlon^ whq 
died ^W(? 171 1* 

LTX i? X E E K T mourn in Sable Hue, 
Let fouth of Tears dreep like Mgr Dew,' 
To braw Tippony bid Adieu, 

Which -m with Grsedj 
Bended as f£ft as fhe cou'd brew, 

But ah l Jbe's dead* 

To teil rhe Truth, uow MA G G T dang* . 
Of Cuftomers flie had a Bang ; 
For Lairds and Souters a' did gang, 

To drink htdten^ 
The Barn and Yard was aft fae Thrang, 

We took the Greets* 

And there by Dizens we lay down, 
Syne fweetly ca'd the Healths arown, 
To bonny Laffes black or brown* 

As we Wi bc8\ , 
In Bumpers we duU Cares did drown 5 

And took 9ur Rtft* 
~ D . Whea 



When in our Pouch we fand fome Clinks, 
And took a turn o'er Bruntsfield-Zinfo, 
Aften in MAGGT's at Hy- jinks, 

We gutf y d Scuds, 
Till wi cou*d fcarce wl hale out Drinks 

Cafl affour Dud$* 

We drank and drew, and fill'd again, 
O wow ! but we were Myth and fain, 
When ony had their Count miftain, 

O it was mce 9 
To hear us a cry, Pike your Bain, 

- . m And fpellfer Vice* 

Fou clofe we us'd to drink and rant, 
Until we did baith glowre and gaunt, 
And pifb and fpew, and yesk and maunt, 

Right jwajh I trow, 

Then of auld Stories we did cant, 

Whan toe were fou» 

Whan we were weary'd at the GoufF, 
Then MAGGT JOHNSTON'S was our HouflF; 
Now a' our Ganielters may fit doufF, 

Wi* Hearts like Zead\ 
$)ath w£ his Riiag rax'd, her a Youff, 

And fas Jbe died, 

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Maun we be forc'd thy Skill to tine, 
For which we will right fair repine? 
Or haft thou left to Bairns of thine, 

The pauky Knack 
Of Brewing Ale amaift like Wine, 

That gar>& us crack ? 

Sae brawly did a Peafe.Scon Toaft 
Biz i'the Queff, and flie the Froft, 
There we gat fou wi little Coft, 

And tmtchle Speed f 
Now, wae- worth Death, our Sport's a* loft, 

Since MAGGY'iW 

A E Simmer Night I was fae fou> 
Amang the Riggs I geed to fpew, 
Syne down on a green Bawk I trow/' 

1 took a Nap, 
And foucht a Night Balillilow, 

As fount's a Taf, 

And when the Dawn begoud to glow a 
I hirfl'd up my dizzy Pow, 
Frae 'mang the Corn like Wirry-kow, 1 

W? Bains fae f ah j 
And ken'd nae mair than if a Ew, 

How X came tberti 

O * Some 



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Some faid it was the Pith of Broom, 
That (he ftowd in her Masking-loom, 
;Which in our Heads rais'd fick a Foom^ 

Or fome wild Seed, 
tytfhich aft the Chaping Stoup did toom, 

But fiU 7 d our Head. 

But now fince 'tis fae that we muft, 
Hot in the beft Ale put our Truft,] 
But, whan we're auld, return to duft, 

Without Rewead 9 
Why fhou'd we tak it in Difguft., 

That MAGG Y's de*t 

Of warldly Comforts lhe was rife, 
And liv'd a lang and hearty Life, 
flight free of Care, or Toil, or Strife, 

Till Jhe was fiale, 
$nd ken'd to he a kanny Wife 

Ai Brewing Ale, f 

then farewell MAGGT douce and fell,] 

Of Brewers a' thou boor the Bell ; 

Let a thy Goffies yelp and yell, 

And. without Feed 3 

Gue$ whether ycre in Heaven or HelJ, 

They're fare ye're dead. 



Epitaph. 

| %m MAGGY JOHNSTON, 



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ELEGY on John Cowper Kirk- 
Treafurer's Man, Anno 1714. 



I 



Wairn ye a* to greet and drone, 
JQHJSI COWPE &'s dead.Ohon ! Ohon ! 



To fill his Poft alake there's none, 

That wth fie Speed, 
Cou'd fa'r Sculdudry out like JOHN, 

But now he's dead. 

He was right nacky in his Way, 
And eydent baith be Night and Day, 
He wi' the Lads his Part cou'd play, 

When right fair flee*d 3 
He gart them good Bill filler pay, 

But now he's dead. 

Of Whore-Kunting he gat his Fill, 
And made be't mony Pint and Gill ; 
Of his braw Poft he thought nae 111, 

Nor did na need 9 
Now they may mak a Kirk and Mill 

O'ty fince he's dead* 



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Although he was nae Man of Weir, 
Yet mony a ane, wi' quaking Fear, 
Durft fcarce afore his Face appear, 

But hide their Head, 
The wylie Carle he gather'd Geer, 

And yet he y s dead* 

Ay now to fome Part far awa, 
Alas ! he's gane and left it a s , 
May be to fome fad Whilliwha 

0' j remit Blood* 
*Tis an ill Wind that dis nae blaw, 

Some Body good* 

Fy upon Death, he was to blame, 
To whirle JO HN to his lang Hame : 
But tho his Arfe be cauld, yet Fame, 

W? Tout of Trumpet, 
Shall tell how COW? ER's awfou Name 

Cou'dflie a Strumpets 

He kend the Bawds and Lowns fou weell, 
And where they us'd to rant and reell, 
He pawkily on them cou'd ileal, 

And fpoil their Sporty 
Aft did they wifh the muckle De'll 

Might tak him for't. 

But 



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But ne'er a ane of them he fpar'd, 
E'en tho there was a drunken Laird 
To draw his Sword, and make a Faird 

In thsir Vefence 3 
JOHN quietly put them in the Guard 

To leain tnair Senfe* 

There maun they ly till fober grown, 
The Lad neift Day his Fault maun own ; 
And to keep a* Things hulh and lown, 

He minis the Poor, 
Syne after a' his Ready's flown, 

He damns the l^bore. 

And (he, poor Jade, withoutten Din, 
Is fent to Xw^-Wynd Fit to fpin, 
With heavy Heart and Cleathing thin, 

And. hungry Wame y 
And ilka Month a well paid Skin 

To map. hsr tame* 

But now they may fcoure up and down, 
And fafely gang tbeir Waks arown, 
Spreading the Clap throw a* the Town, 

But Fear or Dread : 
For that great Eow to Bawd and U>wn, 

JOHN COWPER'* dead. 

Shame 



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Shame faw ycr Chandler Chafts, O Death, 
For flapping of JOHN COW P £ R's Breath ; 
The Lofs of him is publick Skaith : 

/ dare well fay* 
To quat the Grip he was right laith 

This mony a Day, 

Postscript* 

OF Umquhile JOHN to lie or bann, 
Shaws but ill Will, and looks right (ban. 
But fome tell odd Tales of the Man, 

For Fifty Head 
Can gi J e their Aith they've feen him gawn 

Since he was deaL 

Keek but up throw the Stinting Style, 
On Sunday Morning a wee While, 
At the Kirk Door out frae an Ifle, 

It will appear* 
But tak good Tent ye dinna file 

Te'r Breeks for Feat* 

For well we wat it is his Ghaift, 
Wow, wad fome Fowk that can dot beft 
Speak till't, and hear what it confeft \ 

>Tis a good Deed 

To fend a wandertyg Saul to reft 

Affiang the Dead, 



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ELEGY on Lucky WOOD in the Can* 
nongate^ May 171 7, 

r^ CANNIGAtE! poof elritch Hole, 
^-^ What Lofs, what Croffes does thou thole \ 
London and Death gars thee look drole, 

And hin§ thy Head ? 
Wow, but thou has e'en a cauld Coal 

To blaw indeed* 

Hear me, ye Hills, and every Glen, 
Ilk Craig, ilk Cleugh, and hollow Den, 
And Eccho fhrill, that a J may ken, 

The voaefou Thud, 
Be racklefs Death, wha came unfenn 

To Ludy WOOD. 

She's dead o'er true, fhe's dead and gane, 

Left us and WI L L IE Burd alane 

To bleer and greet, to fob and mane, 

And rug our Hazr z 
Becaufe we'll ne'er fee her again 

For eyermair* 

She gacd as fait as a new Prin 
'And kept her Houfie fnod and beeii, 
Her Feufcher glanc'd upo> your Een, 

LiH Siller Plate 5 
-She was a donfig Wife and clean, 

Without Mats, 
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It did ane good to fee her Stools, 
Boord, Fire-fide, and facing Tools j 
Rax, Chandlers, Tangs, and Fire-Shools, 

Basket wi Bread 
Poor Facers now niay chew Fea-hools, 

Since Luclnfs deaf. 

She ne 9 er gae In a La win faufe, 
Nor Stoups a Froath aboon the Haufe, 
Nor kept dow'd Tip within her Wa's, 

But reaming Stoats % 
She never ran fow'r Jute, becaufe 

It g?es the Baits* 

She had the Gate fae well to pleafe, 
With gratis Beef, dry Fifh, or Cheefe, 
Which kept our Purfes ay at Eafe, 

Ani Health in Ttft 9 
And lent her frefh Nine Gallon Trees 

A hearty lift, 

She ga'e us aft ha ill Legs o' Lamb, 
And did nae hain her Mutton Ftem, 
Than ay at Tule 3 when e'er we came, 

A bra Goofe Pje i 

'Ani was nae that good Belly Baum ? 

Nam dare deny. 



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The Writer Lads few well may mind her, 
Furthv was (he, her Luck defign'd her 
Their common Mither, fuce nane kinder 

Ever brake Bread % 
She has nae left her Maik behind her. 

But now fa's dead* 

To the fma Hours we aft fat ftill, 
Nick'd round our Toafts and Snifhing-milJ, 
Good Cakes we wanted ne'er at Will, 

The be8ofBread 5 
Which aften coil us mony a Gill 

To AikenheacL 

Cou'd our faut Tears like Clyde down riflj 
And had we Cheeks like Corra's Lin, 
That a the Warld might hear the Din 

Rair frae ilk Head} 
She was the Wale of a 5 her Kin, 

But now Jbe's dead. 

O Lucky WOOD 'tis hard to bear 
The Lofs ; but Oh ! we maun forbear ; 
Yet fall thy Memory be dear 

While bloom a Treel 
And after Ages Bairns will fpear 

[Bout Thee and Me % 



C 3H 
Epitaph. 

"D Eneath this Sod 

** - * Lies Lucky WO D % ' >' ; 
JTOom-a'-Men might put Faith in ; 

Wha was na fweer; 

While flie winn'd here, 
Jo cramm our Wames for naithing. 






Lucky STENCE's laft Advice. 

HTHree Tims the CAR LINE grain" & and rifted, 

Then frae the Cod her Vow fhe lifted, 
In Bawdy Policy well gifted. 

When fhe now faun 
That iJeath na langer wad be fhifted, 

She thus began i 

"^ MY loving Lafes, I maun leave ye, 
4 ▼-#' But dinna wi' ye'r Greeting grieve me, 
Nor wi J your Draunts and Droning deave me a 
But bring's a Gill : 

For Faith 3 my Bairns 3 ye may believe me 3 

[Tis 'gainft my Wi& 



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O black Ey'd Befs 9 and mim mou'd Meg % 
O'er good to work or yet to beg. 
Lay Sunkots up for a fair Leg, 

For whan ye fa'tl^ 
¥e»r Face will not be worth a Feg, 

Nor yet ye* r Tail, 

Whan e'er ye meet a Fool that's fow, 
That ye're a Maiden gar him trow, 
Seem nice; but ftick to him like Glew, 

Ani whan fet down 9 
Drive. at the Jango till he fpew, 

Syn he'll fleep foan. 



When he's afleep, then dive and catch 
His ready Cafli, his Rings or Watch; 
And gin he likes to light his Match 

At your Spunk Box s 
Ne'er ftand to let the fumbling Wretch 

E'en take the Pox, 

Cleek a ye can be Hook or Crook, 
Ryp ilky Poutch frae Nook to Nook, 
Be fu:e to truffhis Pocket-book,' 

Saxty Pound Scots 
Is nae deaf Nits; In little Bouk 

Ly gnat Banknotes* 



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To get a Menfe of whindging Fools, 

That's frighted for Repenting-Stools, 

Wha often, whan their Mettal cools, 

Turn fvoeer to pay^ 
Gar the Kirk-Boxie hale the Dools 

Anither Dayl 

But daut Red-Coats, and let them fcoup 
Free, for the Fou of cutty Stoup ; 
To gee them up ye need na houp 

E'er to do voeU y 
They»ll rive your Brats and kick ye'r Doup, 

And play the £>e»h 

There's ae fair Crofs attends the Craft, 
That curft Correction-houfe where aft 
Vild Hangys Taz ye'r Riggings faft 

Makes black and blae y 
Enough to pit a Body daft $ 

But what'll ye fay ? 

Nane gathers Gear withoutten Care, 
Ilk Pleafure has of Pain a $kare ; 
Suppofe then they fbould tirle ye bare, 

And gar ye fike, 
E'en learn to thole ; it's very fair 

Te*re Nibour tikei 



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Foiby, my Looves, count upo' Loffes, 
Ye'r Milk-white Teeth, and Cheeks like Rofes, 
Whan Jet-black Hair and Brigs of Nofes, 

Favos down vol Dais ; 
To keep your Hearts up 'neath fie CrofTes, 

Set up for Bavo&Se 

Wi* well crifli'd Loofs I hae been canty; 
Whan e'er the Lads wad fain a faun t'ye,! 
To try the auld Game Taunty Ranty, 

Like Coofcrs keen, 
| They took Advice of me your Aunty, 

Ifys were clean* 

Then up I took my Siller Ca, 
And whlftPd benn whiles ane, whiles twa, 
| Roun'd in his Lug, That there was a 

Poor Country KATE, 
As halefom as the Well of Spaw, 

But unka blate* 

Sae whan e'er Company came in, 
And were upo J a merry Pin, 
I flade away wi s little Din 

J,n& muckle Menfe 7 
jLeft Confcience Judge, it was a' a ne 

2* Z<wfy SPENCE. 



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My Bennifon come on good Doers, 
Who fpend their Cafh on Bawds and WhoreS, 
May they ne'er want the Wale of Cures 

For a [are Snout s 
Fowl fa s the Quacks that that Fire fmoors, 

And puts nas out» 

My Malifon light ilka Day 
On them that drinks, and dis na pay, 
But takes a Snack and rins away; 

Maft he their Hap 
Never to want a Gonorrhaa, 

Or rotten Clap, 

Lafs gi'e us in anither Gill, 
A Mutchken, Jo, let's tak our fill ; 
JLet Death fyne regiftrate his Bill 

Whan I want Senfe y 
Til flip away with better Will, 

$uo> Ludy SPENCE, 



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T O T H E 

AUTHOR 

O F 
TARTANA; or, The PL A ID. 

AS once I view'd a rural Scene, 
With Summer's Sweets profufcly wild* 
Such Pleafure footh'd my giddy Senfe, 
1 ravifh'd flood, while Nature fmil'd. 

Straight I refolv'd and chofe a field, 
Where all the Spring I might transfer; 
There ftood the Trees with equal Rows, 
Here Flora's Pride in one Parterre. 

The Task was done, the Sweets were fled, 
Each Plant had loft its fprightly Air, 
As if they grudg'd to be confin'd. 
Or to their Will not matched were* 

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The narrow Scene difpleas'd my Mind, 
Which daily ftiil more homely grew : 
At length I fled the loathed Sight, 
And hy'd me to the Fields anew. 

Here Nature wanton'd in her Prime ^ 
My Fancy rang'd the boundlefs Waft, 
Each different Sight pleas'd with Surprife^ 
1 wekom'd back the Pleafures pa£h 

Thus fbme who feel AVOhh O's Rage, 
VVould teach their Mufe her Drefs and Time, 
Tifl bamper'd fo with Rules of Art, 
.They fmother quite the vital Flame. 

They daily chyme the fame dull Tone 2 
Their Mufe no daring Sallies grace, 
Bat felffy held with Bit and Curb, 
Keeps heavy Trot, tho equal Pace. 

But who takes Nature for his Rule, 
Shall by her gen ? rous Bounty mine ; 
His eafy Mufe revells at Will, 
And flrikes new Wonders every Lite* 

Keep then, my Friend, your native Guide, 
Kever diftruft her plenteous Stpre, 
Ne'er lefs propitious will (he prove 
Jkan ym% h&t^ if fliecan, ftiil more; 

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T A RT A N A: 

OR THE 

P L A I D 

E CALEDONIAN Beauties f 
who have long 
Been both the Mufe, and Subje& 

of my Song, 
Aflift your BARD, who ip 
harmonious Lays 
Pefigns the Glory of your PLAID to raife. 
How my fond Breaft with blazing Ardour g!ows 3 
$fhea e'er my Song en you juft Praife bellows? 




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PH&E'B US and his imaginary Nine 
With me have loft the Title of D I V I N E a 
To no fuch Shadows will I Homage pay, 
Thefe to my real MUSES fhail give Way 5 
My MUSES, who on fmooth meand'ring Ttoei, 
Stray through the Groves, or grace the Clover Mead 5 
Or thefe who hath themfelves where haughty Clyde 
Does roaring o'er his lofty Cat'ra&s ride : 
Or you, who on the Banks of gentle Tay, 
Drain from the Flowers the early Dews of May 9 
To varnifh on your Cheek the Crimfon Dy, 
Or make the White the falling Snow outvy : 
And you who on Edina?s Streets difplay 
Millions of matchlefs Beauties every Day ; 
Infpir'd by you, what POET can defire 
To warm his Genius at a brighter Fire ? 

I fing the P L A I D, and fing with all my Skill, 
Mount then O Fancy., Standard to my Will, 
Be ftrong each Thought, run foft each happy Line, j 
That Gracefulnefs and Harmony may fhine, >! 

Adapted to the beautiful Defign, ** J 

Creat 



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Great is the Subjeft, vail th' exalted Theme ; 
And fliall ftand fair in endlefs Rolls of F A M E, 

The PLAID's ANTIQUITY ■ comes firft in View, 
Precedence to A N T I QU I T Y is due ; 
AN T I QJUl T Y contains a certain Sfeii^ 
To make ev'n Things of little Worth excel! ; 
To fmalleft Subjects gives. a glaring Dafli, 
Protecting high born Idiots front the Laffc; 
Much more 'tis valued when with Mer.it plaodj, 
It graces Merit, and by Merit's grac*d» 

O firft of G A R B S ! Garment of happy FateJ 
So long imploy'd of fuch an antique Date ; 
Look back fome Thoufand Years till Records fa£I 3 
And lofe themfelves in fome Romantick Tale, 
We'll find our Godlike Fathers nobly fcorn'd 
To be with any other DRESS adorned \ 
Before bafe Foreign Fafhions interwove, 
Which 'gainft their Intereft and tfceir Bravry #rove. 
"Twas they could boaft their Freedom with proud Rome, 
Aad arm'd in Seed defpife the Senate's Doom ; 

Whilft 



[ 4B j 
Whilft o»er the Globe their Eagle they difplaytf, 
And conquepd Nations proftrate Homage paid, 
They only, they unconquerd flood their Ground, 
And to the mighty Empire fixt the Bound. 
Our native PRINCE who then fupplyd the Throne > 
In PLAID amy'd, magnificently fhone; 
Nor feem'd his Purple, or his Ermine lefs, 
Tho cover'd by the C A L E D Nl A N Drefs, 
la this at Court the Thanes were gayly clad, 
With this the Shepherds and the Hinds were glad d 
In this the Warrior wrapt his brawny Arms, 
With this our beauteous Mothers vaii'd their Charms j 
When ev'ry Youth, and ev'ry lovely Maid 
Deem'd it a VefbabiUe to want their PLAID, 

OHeav'ns ! How chang'd? How little look their Race 
When Foreign Chains with Foreign Modes take Place; 
When Ea2 and WeflernJndl&s muft combine 
To deck the Fop, and make the Gewgaw fhine. 
Thus w&le the Grecian Troops in Perfia lay, 
And learn'd the Habit to be foft and gay 3 
By Luxury enerv'd they loft the Day, 



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t ask'd VareU what Soldiers he thought be& a 
And thus he anfwer'd to my plain Requeft | 
" Were I to lead Battalions out to War, 
I And hop'd to triumph in the YicWs Car, 
f To gain the loud Applaufe of worthy Fame, 
€t And Columns raised tp eternize my Name, 
" Td choofe, had I my Choice, that hardy Race. 
* c Who fearlefs can look Terrors in the Face, 
cc Who midft the Snows the belt of Limbs can fold 
6C In T A R T A N P L A 1 D S, and fmile at chilling Coldg 
" No ufelefs Trafh fhould pain my Soldier's Back, 
"Nor Canvafs Tents make loaden Axles crack j 
6E No rattling Silks I'd to my Standards bind, 
« c But bright T A R T ANA'S waving in the WinC 
« The PLAID alone ihou'd all my Enfigns be 8 
86 This Army from fuch Banners would not flie : 
« e Thefe, thefe were they, who naked taught the Wa| 
6i To fight with Art, and boldly gain the Day* 
Ev'n great Gufiavus flood himfelf anjaz'd^ 
While at their wond'rous Skill and Force he gaz'd. 
With fuch brave Troops one might o'er Europe run ? 
Make out what pSku framed, and Lewk had begun., 1 



Degs-nerate Men ! Now Ladies pleafe to fit; 
That I the P L A I D in all its Airs may bit, 
With all the Power of Softnefs mixt with Wit. 

While fcorching Titan taw'nstae Shepherds Brow a 
And whittling Hinds fweat lagging at the Plow, 
The piercing Beams BKUclNA can defy, 
No£ Sun-burnt (he's, nor dazl'd is her Eye. 
Ugly's the Mask, the Fan's a trifling Toy 
To fiil! at Church fome Girl,, or reftlefs Boy. 
Fixt to one Spot's the Pine and Myrtle Shades, 
But on each Motion wait th' Umbrelian P L A I D S 4 
Repelling D-uft when Winds difturb the Air, 
And give a Check to every ill bred Stare. 

Light as thQ Pinions of the airy Fry 
Of Larks, and Linnets, who traverfe the Sky, 
Is the T A R TANA fpun fo very fine, 
Its Weight can never make the FAIR repine 3 
By raifing Ferments in her glowing Blood, 
Which cannot be efcap'd within the Hood J 

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Nor does it move beyond its proper Sphere, 
But lets the Gown in all its Shapes appear 3 
Nor is the Straightnefs of her Waift deny 4 
To be by every ravifht Eye furvey'd : 
For this the Hoop may ftand at largeft Bend 5 
It comes not nigh, nor can its Weight offend. 

The Hood and Mantle make the tender faint, 
I'm pain'd to fee them moving like a Tent. 
By Heather Jenny in her Blanket dreft, 
The Hood and Mantle fully are expreft, 
Which round her Neck with Rags is firmly bound, 
While Heather Befoms loud fhe fcreams around. 
Was Goody Strode fo great a Pattern, fay ? 
Are ye to follow when fuch lead the Way? 
But know each FAIR, who (hall this Sur-tout ufe,' 
You're no more SCOTS, and ceafe to be my MUSE 

The fmootheft Labours of the Perfian Loom 
Lin*d in the P L A I D, fet off the Beauty's Bloom 5 
Faint is the Glofs, nor come the Colours nigh^ 
Jte white as Milk, or dipt in Scarlet Dy. 



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The Liltfe pluckt by fair PRINGELLA gneves, 

Whofe whiter Hand outfhines Its fndwy Leaves 5 
Ko wonder then white Silks in our Efteem, 
^iatch'd with her fairer Face they fully'd feem« 

IF fhining red CAMP BELL A\ Cheeks adom 3 
Our Fancy ftreight conceive the blufhing Morn, 
Beneath whofe Dawn the Sun of Beauty lies, 
Kor need we Light but from CAMPBELL JP% Eyes, 

Iflin'd with green STUARTA's PLAID weview* s 
Or thine & A MSE I A edg'd around with blue$ 
One fhews the Spring when Nature is moft kind a 
5*he other Heav*n, whofe Spangles lift the Mind* 

A Garden Plot, enrich'd with chofen Flowers 2 
In Sun Beams basking after vernal Showers, 
Where lovely Pinksln fweet Confufion rife ? 
And Amaranths and Eglintines furprife ; 
%ledg& round with fragrant Brier and Jeffajnfne-j 
The rofie Thorn and variegated Green a 

Xfaef# 



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Thefe give not half that Pleafure to the View^ 
As when, FERG USlA, Mortals gaze on you. 
You raife our Wonder, and our Love engage, 
Which makes us curfe, and yet admire the Hedge % 
The Silk and Tartan Hedge, which does confpire 
With you, to kindle Love's foft fpreading Fire. 
How many Charms can every fair one boaiU 
How oft's our Fancy in the Plenty loft ? 
Thefe more remote, thefe we admire the moi 
What's too familiar often we defpife, 
But Rarity makes lull the Value rife. 

If Sol himfelf fhou'd fhine through all the Day, 
We cloy, and lofe the Pleafure of his Ray; 
But if behind fome marly Cloud he fteal, 
Nor for fometime his radiant Head reveal, 
With brighter Charms his Abfence he repays, 
And every Sun beam feems a double Blaze, 
So when the FAIR their dazling Luftres fliroud^ 
And dlfappoint us with a T A RT AN Cloud a 
How fondly do we peep with wifliful Eye, 
Tranfported when one lovely Charm we % a 



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Oft to our Coft, ah me I we often find 

The Power of Love ftrikes deep, tho he be blind J 

Perch'd on a Lip, a Cheek, a Chin, or Smile, 

Hits with Surprife, and throws young Hearts in Jail, 

From when the Cock proclaims the rifing Day, 
And Milk-maids fing around fweet Curds and Whey 9 
Till gray.ey'd Twilight, Harbinger of Night, 
Purfues o'er + Silver Mountains finking Light, 
I can unwearied from my Cafements view 
The PLAID, with fomething ftill about it new. 
How are we pleas'd, when with a handfome Air 
We fee H E P B URN A walk with eafy Care ; 
One Arm half circles round her flender Waifl, 
The other like an Ivory Pillar plac'd 3 
To hold her I* L A IB around her modeft Face 3 
Which faves her Blufhes with the gayeft Grace % 
If in white Kias her taper Fingers move s 
Or unconfia'd jet thro the fable Glove, 

With what a pretty Aftion KEITH A holds 
Her PLAID, and varies oft its airy Folds 5 

How 

( Octal Hills. 



H w does that naked Space the Spirits move, 
Between the rufl'd Lawn and envious Glove ? 
We by the Sample, tho no more be feen, 
Imagine all that's fair within the Skreen* 

Thus Belles in Plaids vail and difplay their Charms,- 
•The Love-fick Youth thus bright HUME A warmsC 
And with her graceful Mein her Rivals all alarms. 3 

The P L A I D itfelf gives Pleasure to the Sight, 
To fee how all its Setts imbibe the Light, 
Forming fome Way, which even to me lies hid, 1 
White, black, blew, yellow, purple, green and red. 
Let Newton's Royal Club through Prifms ftare, 
To view Celeftial Dies with curious Care, 
I'll pleafe my felf, nor (hall my Sight ask Aid 
Of Criftal Gimcracks to furvey the PLAID, 

How decent is the PLAID when in the Pew, 
It hides th s inchanting FAIR from Oglet's View. 
The Mind's oft crowded with ill tim'd Defires, 
^hen Nymphs nnvail'd approach the facred Quires ; 

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Even Senators, who guard the Common-weal, 

Their Minds may rove;— ^ Are Mortals made of Steel f 

The finifht Beaux ftand up in ail their Airs, 

And fearch out Beauties more than mind their Prayers I 

The Wainfcot Forty Six's are perplext 

To be eclips'd, Spite makes them drop the TexL 

The younger gaze at each fine Thing they fee 9 

The Orator himfelf is fcarcely free. 

1 
Ye then who wou'd your Piety exprefs, 

To facred Domes ne'er come in naked Drefs* 

The Power of Modefty ihall ftill prevail ; 

Then SCOT I AN Virgins ufe your native VaiL 

Thus far young Cofmel read, then ftar'd and cux% 
And ask f t me very gravely how I durft 
Advance fuch Praifes for a Thing defpis'd, 
He, failing, fworel had been W advis'd. 

To you, faid I, perhaps this may feem true, 
And Numbers vaft, not Fools, may fide with you 3 
As many (hall my Sentiments approve^ 
Jell me what's not the Butt of Scorn and Love I 



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Were Mankind all agre'd to think one Way, 

What wou'd Divines and Poets have to fa 3 ? 

No Enfigns wou'd on martial Fields be fpread a 

And Corpus Juris never wou'd be read : 

We'd need no Councils, Parliaments, nor Kings, 

Ev'n Wit and Learning wou'd turn filly Things. 

You mifs my Meaning ftill, I'm much afraid, 

I would not have them always wear the P L A I D* 

Old Salem's Royal Sage, of Wits the Prime, 
Said, For each Thing there was a proper Time s 
Night's but Jurera's PLAID, that ta'ne away 3 
We lofe the Pleafure of returning Day ; 
Ev'n through the Gloom, when view'd in fparkling Skies 3 
Orbs fcarcely feen, yet gratifie our Eyes : 
So through HAMILLA's opened PLAID we may 
Behold her heavenly Face, and heaving milky Way.] 
Spanljb Referve, join'd with a Gallick Air, 
If manag'd well, becomes the Scotian Fair- 
Now you fay well, faid he, but when's tl.eTime 
That they may drop the PL AiD without a Crime? 

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Then I, ! 
Left, O fair Nymphs, ye fhould our Patience tire, 
And ftarch Referve extinguifh gen'rous Fire^ 
Since Heaven your foft victorious Charms defign'd 
To form a Smoothnefs on M^n's rougher Mind| 
When from the bold and noble Toils of War, 
The rural Cares, or Labours of the Bar; 
From thefe hard Studies which are iearn»d and grave. 
And fonte from dang 9 roes riding o'er the Wave, 
The Caledonian manly Youth refort 
To their £dina t Love»s great Mart and Pott^ 
And crowd her Theatres with all that Grace 
Which is peculiar to the Scotian Race ; 
At Confort, Ba% or fome FAlR's Marriage Day, 
O then with Freedom all that's fweet difplay, 
When Beauty's 'to be judg'd without a Vail", 
And not its Powers met out as by Retail, 
But Wholefale, all at once, to fill the Mind 
With Sentiments gay, foft, and frank! j Mind ; 
Throw by the P L A I D, and like the Lamp of Day* 
When there's no Cloud to intercept his Ray, 



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So ftrine, M AXE LL A> nor their Cenfure fear, 
Who, Slaves to Vapour?., dare not To appear. 

On Ua?% Height, when to the Royal Swain, 
To know whoihould the Prize of Beauty giin, 
JQV E fent his two fair Daughters and his Wife, 
That he might be the Judge to end the Strife 5 
HER ME S was Guide, they found him by a Tree,y 
And thus they fpoke with Air divinely free, £» 

Say, PARIS, which is faireft of us three* 3. 

To JO VE r s high Qjeen, and the Celeftial Maids, 
E'er he wou'd jafshis Sentence, cry'd,^ PLAIDS, 
Qjickly the GoddeiTes obey'd his Call, ~ 

In fimpie Nature's Drefs he view'd them all, S» ( 

•Then to C? THE &M A gave the Golden Ball, > 

Great Criticks hail \ our Dread,whofe Love or Hate a 
Caa with a Frown* or Smile, give Verfe its Fate, 
Attend, while o'er this Field my Fancy roams ? 
I've feme what more to fay, aad here it comes* 

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When Virtue was a Crime, In Tancred's Reign, 
There was a noble Youth who wou'd not deign 
To own for Soveraign one a Slave to Vice, 
Or blot his Confcience at the higheft Price ; 
For which his Death's devised with hellifh Art, 
To tear from his warm Breaft his beating Heart, 
Fame told the tragic News to all the Fair, 
Whofe num'rous Sighs and Groans b.und through the Air; 
AH mourn his -Fate, Tears trickle from each Eye, 
Till his kind Sifter threw the Woman by 5 
She in his Stead a gen'rous QfPring ftay s d, 
And he the Tyrant baulk'd, hid in her P L A I D. 
So when Mmas with Achilles Mrove, ~ 

The Goddefs Mother hafted from above, J* 

Well feen in Fate, prompt by maternal Love, 3, 

Wrapt him in Mill, and warded off the Blow, 
That was defign'd him by his yaliant Foe, ' 

I of the PLAID could tell a hundred Tales, 
tThen hear another fince that Strain prevails. 



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The Tale no Records tell, it is fo old, 

It happned in the eafy Age of Gold, ' 

'When am'rous Jove Chief of th' Olympian Gods, 

Pall'd with Saturnia, came to our Abodes 

A Beauty- hunting; for in thefe foft Days, j 

Nor Gods, nor Men, delighted in a Chace >- 

That would deftroy, not propagate their Race. ^ 

Beneath a Fir-Tree in f Glemanat*% Groves, 

Where, t'er gay Fabricks rofe, Swains fung. their Loves^ 

IRIS lay fbeping in the open Air, 

A bright T A R T A N A vaii'd the lovely FAIR; 

The wounded God beheld her marchlefs Charms 

With earneft Eyes, and grafp'd her in his Arms, 

Soon he made known to her with gaining Skill 

His Dignity, and Import of his WilL 

Speak thy £>efire 9 the Divine Monarch faid. *v 

Male me a Goddefs^ cry'd the SCOT I AN Maid, >J 

IVor let hard Fate bereave me of my P LAI D* «2 

Me thou the Hand-maid to my mighty gueen^ 

§U& $OVE 3 and to the World he often fan 

Witt 

% A Urge Wood ta the Noxtk of Scotland* 



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With tie eekftial #*»» and thus appear 
0ad with thefe radiant Colours as thy Wean 

Now fay my M U S E, e'er thou forfafce the Field, 
What Profit does the P L A I D to SCO VI A yield 3 
Juftly that claims our Love, Efteem, and Boaft 
Which is produc'd within our native Coaft ; 
On our own Mountains grows the Golden Fleece,, 
Richer than that which Jafon brought to Greece ? 
A beneficial Branch of A I B 1 N's Trade, 
And the firft Parent of the TARTAN PLAID, 
Our fair ingenious Ladys Hands prepare 
The equal Threeds, and give the Dyes with Care ; 
Thoufands of Artifts fullen Hours decoy 
On rattling Looms, and view their Webs with Joy* 

May me be curft to ftarve in Frcglani $enns s 
%o wear a Fala * ragg'i at both the Ends 3 
CI roan ftill beneath an antiquated Suit 9 
And die a Maid at fifty jive to boot 5 

Maj 

-« -.— n „ .. .or . ,. ■ i . „— .. .!lh. T ,,r , n n i. . . I I ■ .^HB aBaB— » 

ft A little tysare Goatfa. wore by the Botch Womea. 



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May foe turn quaggy Fat, or crooked Dwarfj \ - 
Be ridisul'i while primm'd up in her Scarfs 
May »%/ee« and .Sjp/te ftill keep hec on the Fret B 
And live till file outlive her Beauty's Date; 
May all this fall, and more than I have fall* 
Upon that Wench who difregards the P L A 1 W 

But with the Sun let ev'ry Joy arife, 
And from foft Slumbers lift her happy EyeSf 
|May blooming Youth be fixt upon her Face^ 
Till fhe has feen her fourth defcending Race^ 
Bleft with a Mate with whom fhe can agree^ 
And never want the fmeft of Bohea 5 
May ne'er the Afifcr's Fears make her afraid, 
Who joins with me, with me admires the P L A 1 9 
Let bright TARtANA'S henceforth ever fhine 3 
And CALEDONIAN GODDESSES enlhrine. 

FAIR JUDGES to your Cenfure I fubmit, 
If you allow this POEM to have Wit, 
I'll look with Scorn upon thefe mufty Fools, 
Who only raoye by ©Id Worm-eaten Rules; 

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But with th» ingenious if my Labours take, 

I wifh them ten Times better for their Sake : 

Who fhall efteem this vain are in the wrong, 

I»ll prove the Moral is prodigious ftrong : 

I hate to trifle, Men mould a& like Men, 

And for their Co, ntry only draw their Sword and Pen, 




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Scots i»ongs. 



The happy Lover's Reflections, 




H E laft Time I came o'er theMoor, 

I left my Love beh'nd me; 
Ye Pow'rs ! What Pain do I endure 

When foft Ideas mind me ? 
Soon as the ruddy Morn difplay'd 
The beaming Day enfuing, 
I met betimes my lovely MAID, 
In fit Retreats for wooing. 

Beneath tie cooling Shade we lay 
Gazing, and chaftly fporting ; 
| We kifs'd and promis'd Time awayj 
;Till Night fpread her black Curtain; 

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I pitied all beneath the Skies, 

Ev'n Kings, when flie was nigh me ; 

In Raptures I beheld her Eyes, 
Which could but ill deny me. 



Shou'd I be call'd where Cannons rore, 

Where mortal Steel may wound me, 
Or caft upon fome foreign Shore, 

Where Dangers may furround me : 
Yet Hopes again to fee my Love, 

To feaft on glowing Rifles, 
Shall make my Cares at Diftance move, 

In Profpea of fuch Bliffes. 



In all my Soul there's not one Place 

• To let a Rival enter ; 
Since fhe excells in ev'ry Grace, 

In her my Love fhall center. 
Sooner the Seas fhall ceafe to flow, 

Their Waves the Alp (hall cover, 
On Greenland Ice (hall Rofes grow, 

Before I ceafe to love her. 



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The next Time I go o'er the Moor 

She (hall a Lover find me, 
And that my Faith is firm and pure, 

Tho I left her behind me : 
Then Hymen's facred Bonds fhall chain 

My Heart to her fair Bofom, 
There, while my Being does remain, 

My Love more frefh fhall bloflbm. 



The Lafs of PeattieV Mill. 



Hp* H E Lafs of Peattic's Mill, 
So bonny, blyth and gay, 
In fpite of all my Skill, 
She ftole my Heart away. 
When tedding of the Hay 
Bare-headed on the Green, 
Love 'mid ft her Locks did play, 
! And wanton'd in her Een. 



Her 



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Her Arms white, round and fmooth, 
Breafts rifing in their Dawn, 
To Age it wou'd give Youth, 
To prefs 'em with his Hand. 
Thro' all my Spirits ran 
An Extafy of Blifs,; . 
When I fuch Sweetnefs fand 
t Wrapt in a balmy Kifs. 

m 

Without the Help of Art, 
Like Flowers which grace the Wild 3 
She did her Sweets impart, 
When e'er fhe fpoke or fmil'd. 
Her Looks they were fo mild, 
Free from afFe&ed Pride, 
She me to Love beguil'd, 
I wifh'd her for my Bride; 

M 

O had I all that Wealth 
Hoptouns high Mountains fill, 
Infur'd long Life and Health, 
And £leafures at my Will? 



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I'd promife and fulfill, 
That none but bonny She, 
The Lafs of P cattle's Mill 
Shou'd (hare the fame wi' me. 



D ELI A. 

To the Tune of Green Sleeves, 



TTE watchful Guardians of the F AIR, 
Who skiff on Wings of ambient Air s 
Of my dear DELIA take a Care, 

And reprefent her Lover 
With all the Gayety of Youth, 
With Honour, Juftice, Love and Tr»th, 
Till I return, her Paffions footh 

For me, in Whifpers move her* 



Be carefull no bafe fordid Slave, 
With Soul funk in a golden Grave, 
JTVho knows no Virtue but to fave, 
v With glaring Gold bewitch her. 

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Tell her for me fhe was defign'd, 
For me who know how to be kind, 
And have more Plenty in my Mind, 
Than one who's ten Times richer. 

Let all the World turn upfide down. 
And Fools run an eternal Hound, 
In Queft of what can ne'er be found, 

To pleafe their vain Ambition. 
Let little Minds great Charms efpy 
In Shadows which at Diftance ly, 
Whofe hop'd for Pleafures when corae nigh, 

Prove nothing in Fruition. 



But caft into a Mold Divine, 
Fair DELIA does with Luftre fhine, 
Her virtuous Soul's an ample Mine, 

Which yields a conftant Treafure. 
Let P O £ T S in fublimeft Lays, 
Imploy their Skill her Fame to raife 5 
Let Sons of Mufick pafs whole Days, 

With well tun'd Reeds to pleafe her. 



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The Tillow-haird Laddie. 



IN April when Primrofes paint the fweet Plain, 
And Summer approaching rejoiceth the Swain, 
he Tellow'hair'd Laddie would oftentimes go 
To Wilds and deep Glens where the Hawthorn trees grow. 

m 

There under the Shade of an old facred Thorn, 
With Freedom he fung his Loves, Ev'ningand Morn; 
He fang with fo fofr and inchanting a Sound, 
That Silvam and Fairies unfeen danc'd around. 

The Shepherd thus fung, Tho young MAT A be fair, 
Her Beauty is dafh'd with a fcornful proud Air \ 
But SUSIE was handfome and fweetly could fmgj 
Her Breath like the Breezes perfum'd in the Spring. 

m 

That MAVIS in all the gay Bloom of her Youth 
Like the Moon was unconftant and never fpoke Truth 5 
But SUSIE was faithful, good humourti and free, 
And fair as the Goddefs who fprung from the Sea, 

m 

That Mamma's fine Daughter, with all her great Dowr 3 
Was aukwardly airy, and frequently fowr: 
Then, fighing, he wifhed, would Parents agree, 
The witty fweet SUSIE his Miiftrefs mi^hc be. 

NAN* 



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N ANN TO. 

WHILE feme for Pleafure pawn their Health 
Twixt Lais and the "Bagnio, 
I'll fave my felf, and without Stealth 
Kifs and carefs my NA NNT.^O. 
She bids more fair t* ingage a JOVE 
Than L E D A did or D ANAE- Q y 
Were I to paint the Queen of Love, 
None elfe fhou'd fit but N A NNT.-0. 

How joyfully my Spirits rife, 
When dancing (he moves finely— Q, 
I guefs what Heav'n is by her Eyes, 
Which fparkle fo divinely O, 
Attend my Vow, ye Gods, while I 
Breath in the bleft Britannia, 
None's Happinefs I (hall envy, 
As long's ye grant me N ANNT...O. 

Chorus* 

My bonny, benny N A N N Y— O, 
My lovely charming N A N N Y— O s 
J cars not tho the World, know 
How Uarly I Im N A N N Y---0. 



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Bonny JEAN. 



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Y OVE's Goddefs in a Myrtle Grove 

Said, CUPIZ> 9 bend thy Bow with fpeed^ 
Nor let the Shaft at random rove, 
For JE ANIE's, haughty Heart muft bleed. 
The fmiling Boy, with divine Art, 
From Papbffs (hot an Arrow keen, 
Which flew unerring to the Heart, 
And kill'd the Pride of bonny JEAN. 



No more the Nymph, with haughty Air,' 
Refutes WILLIES kind Addrefs, 
Her yielding Blufhes fhew no Care, 

I But too much Fondnefs to fupprefs. 
No more the Youth is fullen now 
But looks the gayeft on the Green, 

- Whilft every Day he fpies fome new 
$urprifit),g Charms in bonny J E AN* 



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A Thou fond Tranfports crowd his Breaft, 
He moves as light as fleeting Wind, 
His former Sorrows fee ma Jeft, 
Now when his JEAN IE is turn'd kind : 
Riches he looks on with Difdain, 
The glorious Fields of War look mean, 
The chearful Hound and Horn give Pain, 
If abfent from his bonny JEAN. 



The Day he fpends in am'rous Gaze, 
Which even in Summer fhorten'd feems. 
When funk in Downs with glad Amaze, 
He wonders at her in his Dreams. 
All Charms difclos'd, fhe looks more bright 
Thsn Trofs Prize the Spartan Q:ieen, 
With breaking Day he lifts his Sight, 
And pants to be with bonny JEAN. 






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27>* JT/W Reception. 

To the Tune of Auld Jang fyne. 

1 

QHOULD auld Acquaintance be forgot, 

Tho they return with Scars ? 
Thefe are the noble HEROE's Lot, 

Obtain'd in glorious Wars : * 

Welcome my V ARO to my Breaft, 

Thy Arms about me twine, 
And make me once again as blefr, 

As I was lang fyne. 

Methinks around us on each Bough, 

A Thou fa nd Cupids play, 
Whilft thro' the Groves I walk with you, 

Each Objecl makes me gay. 
Since your Return the Sun and Moon 

With brighter Beams do flune, 
Streams murmure foft Notes while they run-, 

As they did lang fyne. 

I 2 Dcfirife 



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Defpife the Court and Din of State 3 

Let that to their Share fall 
Who can efteem fuch Slav'ry great s 

While bounded like a Ball ? 
But funk in Love, upon my Arms 
_ Let your brave Head recline, 
We'll pleafe our felves with mutual Charms^ 

As we did lang fyne. 

O'er Moor and Dale with your gay Frien4 
. You may purfue the Chace ? 
And after a blyth Bottle end 

All Cares in my Embrace % 
And in a vacant rainy Day 

You (hall be wholly mine % 
We'll make the Hours run fmootfc away s 

And laugh at lang fyne. 

f 
The KEROE pleas'd with the fweet Air 

And Signs of gen'rous Love 3 
Which had been utter'd by the F A I R, 

Bow'd to the POW'RS above \ 



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Kext Day with Content and glad Hafte 
Th' approach'd the facred Shrine,* 

Where the good Prieft the Couple bleft, 
And put them out of Pine* 



The PENITENT. 

To the Tune of the Lafs of Living fton* 

•«^§€^ 
pAIN'D with her flighting JAMIE's Love, 

BELL dropt a Tear,— — BELL dropt a Tear,, 
The Gods defcended from above, 

Well pleas'd to hear, Well pleas'd to hear* 

They heard the Praifes of the Y outh 

From her own Tongue,— From her own Tongue, 

Who now converted was to Truth, 

And thus fhe fung,— - And thus fhe fang, 

Bleft Days when our ingen'ous Sex, 
More frank and kind, — — More frank and kind, 
Did not their lov'd Adorers vex, 
But ff oke their Mind,— But fpoke their Mind : 

Repent ', 



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Repenting now he promis'd fair, 

Wou'd he return, Wou'd he return, 

She ne'er again wou'd give him Care, 

Or caufe him mourn, Or caufe him mourn. 

Why lov'd I the deferving SWAIN, 

Yet iliG thought Shame, Yet ftill thought Shame 

When he my yielding Heart did gain, 

To own my Flame, To own my Flame? 

Why took I Pleafure to torment, 

And feem too coy,— and feem too coy, 

Which makes me now alas lament 

My flighted Joy, My flighted Joy ? 

Ye F A I R, while Beauty's in its Spring, 
Own your Deli re, Own your Defire ; 

While Love's young Power with his foft Wing 
Fans.up the Fire, Fans up the Fire. 

O do riot with a filly Pride, 
Or low Defign, Or low Defign, 

Refufe to be a happy Bride, 
Butanfwer plain,—— But anfwer plain. 

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Thus theFAIRMOURNER wail'd her Crime, 

ith flowing Eyes,— With flowing Eyes, 

lad JAMIE heard her all the Time, 

ith fweet Surprife,— With fweet Surprife. 

>me God had led him to the Grove, 

is Mind unchang'd 3 — « His Mind unchanged, 

ew to her Arms, and cry'd, My Love, 

am reveng'd ! I am reveng'd ! 

LOVE's CURE..' 

o the Tune of Peggy I muft love tliee, 

$|§fe 
A S from a Rock pa ft all Relief 

The fhipwracke COLIN fpying 
lis native Home, o'ercome with Grief, 

Half funk in Waves and dying ; 
Vitli the next Morning Sun he fpies 
L Ship, which gives unhop'd Surprife, ' 
"Jew Life fp rings up, he lifts his Eyes 
With Joy and waits her Motion : 



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So when by her whom long I lov'd, 

I fcorn'd was and deferted, 
Low with Defpair my Spirits mov'd, 

To be for ever parted : 
Thus droopt I till diviner Grace 
I found in PEGGT's Mind and Face., 
Ingratitude appear'd then bafe, 
But Virtue more engaging. 



Then now fince happily I've hit, 

I'll have no more delaying, 
Let Beauty yield to manly Wit, 

We lofe our felves in ftaying ; 
I'll hafte dull Courtfhip to a Clofe, 
Since Marriage can my Fears oppofe, 
Why fhould we happy Minutes lofe, 
Since, P E G G T 3 I muft love thee ? 



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Vlen may be foolifh if they pleafe, 

And deem't a Lover's Duty 
o figh, and facrifice their Eafe,- 
Doating on a proud Beauty : 
uch was my Cafe for many a Year, 
till Hope fucceeding to my Fear, 
Falfe B E TTT's Charms now difappear, 
Since P EGGT's far out-fhine them. 




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fe^'^^S^l 



<Hf 



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O D E 

TT E N C E every Thing that can 

Difturb the Quiet of Man 5 
Be blyth my Soul, 
In a full Bowl 
Drown thy Care, 
And repair 
The vital Stream : 
Since Life's a Dream, 
Let Wine abound, 
And Healths go round, 
We'll fleep more found, 
And let the dull unthinking Mob purfue 
Each endlefs Wifc, and ftill their Toil renew* 



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Bessy Bell and Mary Gray. 



|^1 BESST BELL and MART G R AT y 

They are twa bonny Lafies, 
They bigg'd a Bower on yon Burn-brae, 
And theek'd it o'er wi' Rafhes. 
Fair BESST BELL I loo'd yeftreen, 
And thought I ne'er cou'd alter; 
But M A R T G RAT>$ twa pawky Een, 
They gar my Fancy falter. 

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Now BESST's Hair's, like a Lint Tap, 
She fmiles like a May Morning, 
When Phatbus ftarts frae Thetis' Lap, 
The Hills with Rays adorning : 
White is her Neck, faft is her Hand, 
Her Wafte and Feet's fow genty, 
With ilka Grace fhe can command, 
Her Lips, O wow! they're dainty. 

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And MART'S Locks are like the Craw, 
Her Eye like Diamonds glances | 
She's ay fae clean, redd-up and braw, 
She kills when e'er (he dances: 
Blyth as a Rid, with Wit at Will, 
She blooming tight and tall is ; 
And guides her Airs fae gracefou ftifl, 
P Jove ! fhe's like thy Pallas* 

WW 

Dear BESST BELL and MART GRAT, 
Ye unco' fair opprefs us : 
Our Fancy's jee between you twae, 
Ye are fie bonny Lafles : 
Wae's me ! for baith I canna get. 
To ane by Law we're Rented; 
Then I'll draw Cuts, and take my Fate, 
And be with ane contented. 




THE 

YOUNG LAIRD 

.AND 

EDINBURGH KATT. 



T^T O W wat ye wha I met Yeftreen 
"** Coming down the Street, my Jo, 

My Miftrefs in her Tartan Screen, 
Fow bonny, braw and fweet, my Jo. 
My dear, quoth I, Thanks to the Night 
That never wifht a Lover ill, 
N Since ye're out of your Mither's Sight, 
Let's take a Wauk up to the Hill. 

w 

O KATT wiltu gang wi* me, 
And leave the dinfbme Town a while, 
The Bloffom's fprouting frae the Tree, 
And a* the Summer's gawn to fmile 5 

The 



The Mavis, Nightingale and Lark, 
The bleeting Lambs and whittling Hynd, 
In ilka Dale, Green, Shaw and Park, 
Will nourifh Health and glad ye'r Mind, 

Soon as the clear Goodman of Day 
Bends his Morning Draught of Dew, 
We'll gae to fome Burnfide.and play, 
And gather Flowers to busk ye'r Brow* 
We'll pou the Dazies on the Green, 
The lucken Gowans frae the Bog ; 
Between Hands now and then we'll lean, 
And fport upo' the Velvet Fog. 

M 

There's up into a pleafant Glen, 
A wee Piece frae my Father's Tower 3 
A canny, faft and flowry Den, 
Which circling Birks has form'd a Bower ; 
When e'er the Sun grows high and warm, 
We'll to the cauller Shade remove, 
.There will I lock thee in my mine Arm, 
And love and kifs, and kifs and love* 



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K A T Y's 

ANSWER 

T\/f Y Mither's ay glowran o'er me, 
Tho fhe did the fame before me, 

I carina get Leave 
To look to my Loove 3 

Or elfe me'll be like to devour me. 

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Right fain wad I take ye'r OlFer, 
Sweet Sir, but I'll tine my Tocher, 

4 Then, Sandy, ye'il fret 3 
And wyt ye'r poor Kate 3 
Jtfhen e 5 er ye keek in your toora Coffer. 



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f For the my Father has Plenty 

Of Siller and Plenifliing dainty, 

,\'et he's unco fwear 
To twin wi' his Gear, 

And fae we had need to be tenty. 

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Tutor my Parents wi' Caution, 
Be wylie in ilka Motion, 

Brag well o'ye'r Land 
s And there's my leal Hand, 
Win them, I'll be at your Devotion. 

A. R. 




CHRIST* KIRK 

ON/THE 

GREEN. 

IN THREE 

CANTOS 



I*. Aa^/W. 

C^e f iftfy eutfom 





E D 1 ft B V R G H: 
Printed for the AUTHOR at the Mercu- 
ry, oppofite to the Cfofs-W^U, 1722. 



ADVERTISEMENT. 

THIS Edition of the pftCavtp is copied 
from an old Manufcript Colle&ion ^of 
Scots Poems, written m hundred and fifty 
Years ago } where it is found to be done by King 
JAMES I. Befides its being more correct* 
the Vill. Stanza was not in Print before ^ the 
laft but one of the late Edition, being none of 
the King's, gives place to this. 

My fecond Part having flood its Ground, 
has engaged me to keep a little more Company 
with thefe comical Characters, having Gentle- 
mens Health and Pleafure, and the good Man- 
ners of the Vulgar in View : The main Degga 
| of Comedy being to reprefent the Follies and Mi~ 
I flakes of low Life in a juft Light y making them 
appear as ridiculous as they really are *, that 
each who is a Spectator^ may evjte his being the 
Objeft of Laughter/ 

Notwithstanding all this my publick fpirited 
Pains, 1 am well allured there are a few heavy 
1 Heads, who will bringdown the Thick of their 
Cheeks to the Sides of their Mouths, and richly 
ftupid, alledge there's fomething in it have a 
Meaning. \V r e*J, I own it 5 and think it hand- 
fomer in a few Lines to fay Something, than 
talk a great Deal and mean Nothing. Pray,is 
there any Thing vicious or unbecoming in fay- 
? n g> ^fw L*ths and Limbs are Jcvple when intoxi- 
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iatelf Does It not mow, that worfc than bru- 
tal exceffive Drinking, enervates and unhinges 
a Man's Gonftitution, and makes him uncapable 
of performing divine, moral, or natural Duties. 
There is the moral } and, believe me, I could 
raife many ufefnl Notes from every Character, 
^vhich the Ingenious will prefently find out. 

Great Wits fometimes may gloria ujly offend. 
And. rife to Faults true Critich dare not mend; 
From vulgar Bounds with brave Diforder part, 
And [natch a Grace beyond the Reach of An* 

Pop 

Further, when I fpeak of taking the Teft, . 
ferioufly protefl 1 do not mean an Oath of thats 

Name we all have heard of. Likewife ( 

would intreat every News-monger not to offer 
to pump Politicks from this Poem : Wou'd any 
imagine that the firft Part, which was wrote 
fome hundred Years ago, is the Story of She-. 
rift-Moor^ hecaufeRobRoy is named in't; Thatf 
my Bauld Befs was ****** ^ a0( j t h e Lemrgm 
the *******. I love them who fometimes 
find out Wit the Author never mean'd j but 
fuch Ignoramus's are intolerable. 

Any Body that has a Mind to look four upon 
It, may ufe their Freedom. 

Not laugh Beafis^FiJJjeSyFouls^jor Reptiles can $ 
'That's a peculiar Happinefs of Man : 
When governed with a prudent chearful Grace y' 
gw one of the firft Beauties of the Face* 

CHRIST'* 



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CHRIST* KIRK 

O N T H E 

GREEN 



CANTO I. 



By King J AMES I. 

As ne'er in Scotland heard or feen, 

Sic dancing and derays 
Ncwther at Falkland on the Green, 

Nor Peebles, zt the Play, 
As was of Woers, as I ween, 
At Christ's -Kirk on a Day: 
There came our Kittles wafhen clean, 
In new Kirtks of Gray, 

fou gay that Day. 




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To dance thefe Damefels them dight, 

Tliir Laifes light of Laits, 
Their Gloves were of the Raftel right, 

Their Shopn were of the Straits $ 
Their Kirtles were of Lincome light, 

Well preft with mony Plaits, 
They were fo nice when Men them nicht, 

They fqueel'd like ony Gaits, 

* ■ • Fou loud that Day, 



Of all thefe Maidens mild as Mead, 

Was nane foe jimp as Gillie, 
As ony Rofe her Rude was red, 

Her Lire was like the Lilly : 
Few yellow, yellow was her Head, 

But (he of Love was filly, 
Tbo a' her Kin had fworn her dead, 

She wald have but fweet Willy, 

Alane that Day* 

She (corned Jack, and fcraped at him, 

And murgeon'd him with Ivtocks; 
He wad have loo'd, (he wad na let him. 

For. a' his yellow Locks. 
He cheriiht her, {lie bade gae chat him. 

Counted him not twa Clocks; 
Sae (hamefully his (hort Gown fet him, 
His Legs were like twa Rocks, 

Or Rungs that Day* 



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^TAM LZTTTER was their Minftrel meet; \ 

Good Lord how he cou'd lance, 
He play'd foe (hill, and fang fae fweet. 

While Totifie took a Trance; 
Auld Llghtfoat there he did forlee^, 

And counter fitted France: 
lie us'd himfelf as Man difcreet, 

And up the Mo rice Dance* 

He took that Day/ 

Then Stem came fteppand in with Stends, 

Nae Rink might him arreft, 
Plaufoot did bob with mony Bends, 

For Maufe he made Requdt, 
He lap till he lay on his Lends, ^ r 

But rifand was fae preft, 
While that he hoftit at baith Ends, 

For Honour of the Feaft* 

And dane'd that Day. 

Syne Robin Roy began to revel, 

And Davmy to him rugged : 
Let be, quoth Jack, and cau'd him Jevcl, _ 

And by the Tail him tugged : 
The Kenfie cleekit to a Cavel, 

But Lord as they twa lugged ; 
They parted manly on a Nevel : 

Men fay that Hair was rugged, 

Betweeii them twa. 



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Ane bent a Bo\7, fie Stmt did fleer him^ 

Great Skaith was't to have fcar'd him, 
He chefit a Flane as did affear him, 

Th' other faid, Dirdum, Dardum, 
Throw baith the Cheeks he thought to fheer himr, 1. 

Or throw the Arfe have char'd him, 
B ane Akerbraid it came nae neer him, 

I carina tell what marrM him, 

Sae wide that D& 

With that a Friend of his cry'd fy, 

And up an Arrow drew, 
He forged it fae furiouliy, 

The Bow in Flinders flew : 
Sae was the Will of God, trow I, 

For had the Tree been true, 
Men faid, wha kend his Archery, 

That he had fiain a new, 

Belyve that Day; 

A yap young Man that flood him neift, 

Loos'd aff a Shot with Ire, » ; 
He etled the Bairn in at the Breaft, 

The Bolt flev^o're the Bire: 
Ane cry'd, Fy he has {lain a Priefl 

A Mile beyond a Mire ', 
Then Bow and Bag frae him he kieft, 

And Aed as fierce as Fire 

Frae Flint that Day. 



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ft.N hafty Henztire called Hary a 

Wha was an Archer hynd, 
Pit up a Tackle withoutten tarry, 

Thar Torment fae him tyndj » 

I watna whether^ Hand couM vary, 1 I 

Or the Man was his Friend, 
For he efcap'd throw Mights of Mary± 

As ane chat nac ill meand, 

But good that Day: 

Then Laurie like a Lyon lapj. 
, And foon a Flane can fedder, 
He hecht to pierce him at the Pap^ 

Thereon to wed a Wedder : 
He hit him on the Wame a Wap, 1 
j It buff't like ony Bladder j 
But fae his Fortune was and Hap," 

His Doublet made of Leathej: 

Sav'd him that t)ay] 

Vhe Buff fae boifteroufly abaift him. 

He to the Earth dumt down, ■ , 

The tidier Man for tjead there left him, 

And fled out of the Town. 
The Wives came forth,, and up they reft hirn^ 

And fand Life in the Lpunj ,, . w 

Then with three Routs on's Arfe they rais'd him£ 

And cux'd him out of Soun, . . . . 

Frae Hsad that Day," 



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WifH Forks and Flails they lent grsat Slap% 

And flang together like Frigs, 
With Bougers of Barns they beft blew Caps, 

Wliile they of Bairns made Brigs. 
The Rierd raife rudely with the Raps, 

When Rungs were laid on Riggs, 
The Wives came furth wi' Crys and Claps-, 

See where my Liking liggs, 

Fou low this Dayv 

Tkey girned and let Gird with Grains, 

Ilk Goffip othet griev'd: 
Some flrake with Stings, fome gather'd Stains-,: 

Some fled and ill mifchiev'd. 

T . 

he Minftrel wan within twa Wains, 

That Day he wifely prievM, 
For he came hame wi' unbruis'd Bains, 
Where Fighters were mifchiev'd, 

Fou ill that Day. 

Heich Hutchon with a Hifill Rice, 
To red can throw them rummil ; 
He maw'd them down like ony Mice^ 

He was na Baity Bummil : 
Tho he was wight, lie was na wife, 

With fie ^Jangleurs to jummil $ 
For frae his Thumb they dang a Sliced 
While he cried Barlafumil, 

Titi ftun this Day." 

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(Vhen that he faw his Blood fee red, 

To flee might nae Man let him 5 
pe ween'd it had been for auld Feed, 

He thought and bade have at him: 
fe gart his Feet defend his Head, 

The far fairer it fet him, 
iVhiie he was pa ft cut of all plead. 

He foud been fwift that gat him, 

Throw Speed that Day, 

The Town Souter in Grief was bowden, 

His Wife hang at his Waiftj 
His Body was with Blood a' browden, 

He girn'd like ony Ghaift: 
Her glittering Hair that was fo gowdcn, 

So haid in Love him laid. 
That for her Sake he was not yowden, 

While he a Mile was chac'd, 

And mair that Day* 

T h e Miller was of manly Make, 
To meet him was nae Mows ; 
There durft na tenfome there him take, 

Sae noyted he their Pows: 
The Bumment hale about him brake, i 

And bickered him wi' Bows j 
Syne traitroufly behind his Back, 
They hew'd him on the Howes, 

Be!$nd that Day. 

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Jwa that were Headfmen of the He* 

On ither ran like Rams, 
They follow'd, feeming right unfear'd, 

Beat on with Barrow-Trams : 
But where their Gabs they were ungear'd,' 

They gat upon the Gams ; ! 
^hile bloody barkn'd Was ilk Beard, 

As they had worried Lambs, 

Maill like that Day. 

^The Wives kieft up a hideous Yell, 

When all thefe Yonkiers yoked 5 
r As fierce as Flags of Fire-naughts fell, 

Frieks to the Fields they nocked : 
The Carles with Clubs Aid others quell 

On Breafts, while Blood outboakedj 
JS&e rudely rang the' common Bell, 

That a the Steeple rocked 

For Dread that DayJ 

JBy this 1am Tayor was in's <£ear 5 

When that he heard the Bell," 
He faid he mould make all a fleer, 

When he came there himfel : * ' 
He gaed to fight in fie a Fear, 

While to the Ground he fells 
'A Wife that hat him on the Ear, 

With a great Knocking-mell, 

Fell'd him that. Day^ 

Whi 



When 'hey had b'erd like baited Bulls, 

And Brain wood brynt in Bails j 
The^ were as meek as any Mules, 

That mangit are with Mails 5 
Fer^Faintnefs thae forfoughten Fools 

Fell down like flaughterM Fails 3 
Frefti Men came in, and hal'd the Dools, 

And dang them down in Dail$, 

Bedeen that Day* 

When a' was done, Dick with an Aix 

Came furth to fell a Fiddir, 
Quoth he, Where are yon hangit Smaik^, 

Thar wad have flain my Brither? 
His Wife bad him gae hame Gib Glaicks, 

And fae did Meg his Mither : 
He turn'd and gave them baith their Paiks, 

For he durft ding nae ither 

But them that Day. 

The End of the fir fl Cantq, 





Christ's 



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CHRISPKIRK 

ON THE 

GREEN 

CANTO II, 



By Allan Ramsay. 



■jx Ut there had been mair Blood and Skaithj 
-*-* Sair Harfhip and great Spulie, 
And mony 3 ane had gotten his Death 

By this unfbnfy Tool/: 
But that the bauld Good- wife of Braith, 

Arm'd wi' a great Kail Gully, 
Came Bellyflaught, and loot an Aith, 

She'd gar them a' be hooly, 

Fou fafi; that Day.' 



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II Jfc yth to win aff fae wi* hale Banesj 

^'J'ho mony had clowr'd Pows; j 
j AiwdragPd fae 'mang Muck and Staries 3 
They look'd like Wirry-kows: 
Quoth fome, who 'raaift had tint their Aynd^ 

Let's fee how a Bowls rows;^ 
And quat this Brulziement at anes* 
Yon Gully is nac Mows, 

iForfbotli this Day* 

Quoth Hutchon, I am Well content, 

I think we may do war ; 
Till this Time Toumond Ife indent 

Our Claiths of Dirt will fo'r ; t 

Wi' Nevels I'm amaift faWn faint 5 ' - ? -Ts 

My Chafts are dung a char; 
Then took his Bonnet to the Bent, 

And daddit afF the Glar, 

Fou clean that D$f , 

1AM TAYLOR wha in Time of Batdc 
Lay as gin fome had felPd him j . 
Gat up now wi an unco' Rattle, 

As nane there durft a quelPd him i 
Bauld Befs flew till him wi' a Brattle, 
And fpite of his Teeth held him 
Clofs by the Craig, and with her ratal 
$ Knife (hored ftie wou'd geld him, 

For Peace that Day. 



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Syne a wi' ae Coiifent (hook Hands, 

As they flood in a/ Ring 5 
Some red their Hair, fome fee their Bands', 

Some did their Sark Tails wring : 
Then for a Hctpp upo' the Sands 

They did their Minftrel brings 
Where clever Houghs like Willi-wands, 

At iika blythfome Spring, 

Lap high that Day. 

CLAUD PEKYwasm very b|ate, 

He ftood nae lang a dreigh 5 
For by the Wame he gripped Kate 3 

And gar'd her gi'e a Skreigh : ;> 
Had ai% quoth (lie, ye filthy Slate, 

Ye ftink o' Leeks., O figh ! 
Let gae my Hands, I fay, be quiets. 
. And wow gin ihe was skeigh, 

And mim that Day* 

Now fettl'd Goflies fat, and keen 

Did for frefti Bickers birle ; 
While the young Swankies on the Green 

Took round a merry Tirle : 
Meg Wallet wi 1 her pinky Een, 

Gart La-wrms Hearc-ftrings dirle,- 
And Fouk wad threep that flie did green/ 

For what wad gar her skirle 

And skreigh fome Day. 



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l^HE manly Miller hafFand hafF, /•. 

Came out to maw good Will, 
Hang by his Mittens and his Staft^ 

. Cry'd, Gi'e me Pdty's-MiU : 
He lap Bawk-hight, and cry'd, Had aff$ 

They rus'd him that had Skill,} 
|jc wad do»t better, quoth a Car* 
Had he another Gill 

Of Ufquebaefe J 

JFurth ftarted nieft a penfy Blade^ 

And out a Maiden took 5 
They faid, that he was Falkland bred^ 

And danced by the Book j 
A fouple Taylor to his Trade, 

And when their Hands he (hook, 
Cae them what he got frae his Dad* 

Videlicet the Yuke 5 

To claw that Day? 

Whan a** cry'd out he did fae well* 

He Meg and Befe did call up 5 
The Lafles babb'd about the Reel, 

Gar'd a* their Hurdies wallop, .. -i 
And fwat like Pownies whan they fpeel. : 

Up Braes, or when they gallop, $£3 

But a thrawn Knublock hit his Heel 3 

And Wives had him to hawl up. 

Haft feli'd that &$} 



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But niony a patiky Look arid Tale 

Gae'd round when Glourriing hous'd thcm^ 
The Ofler Wife brought i>en good Ale, 

And bade the Lanes roufce them 5 
Vp vrV them Lads, and Pfe be bail 

They'll loo ye ann ye touze them: 
Quoth Gavfe, this will never fail 

Wi' them that this gate woes them, 

On fie a iky* 

!»yne Stools and Fiirms were drawn afide,< 

And up raife Willy Dadle, 
'A Ihort hought Man, but fii'V Pride, 

He faid the Fidier playM ill: 
Let's ha'e the Pipes, quoth he, befide, 

Quoth a", That is nae faid ill; 
$Ie fitted the Floor fyne wi' the Bride 

To Cuttymun and Treeladle, 

Thick, thick that Day* 

I& the mean Time in cariie the Laird, 

And by fome Right did claim, 
To kifs and dance wi' Maufie Aird> 

A dink and dortie Dame : 
But O poor Maufe was aff her guartf, 

For back-gate frae her Wame, j 

Beckin,,fhe loot a fearfu' Rairdy 

That gart her think great Shame, 

And bhiih that Bay," 

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IjA'OtD Stem led out. Maggy lforfyth 3 
He was her ain Good-brither j 
And ilka ane was unco' blyth 

To fee auld Fowk fae clever. 
Quoth Jock, wV laughing Uke to rive, 

What think ye o' my Mither? 
Were my Dad dead, let me ne'er thrive^, 
But me wa'd get anither 

Goodman this Day t 

TAM LUTTER had a muckle Pifh 3 

And bet wi flu ilka Tune, 
He laid his Lugs in't like a Fith, 

And fuck till it was done 5 
His Bags were liquor'd to his Wifh^ 

Kis Face was like a Moonj 
But he couM get nae Place to pifti 

In, but his ain twa Shoon, 

For Thrang that Pay^ 

The Letter-gae of haly Rhime, 

Sat up at the Boord-head, 
And a' he faid was thought a CrirrtQ * - -: 

To contradict, indeed : 
For in Clerk-Lear he was right primc 3 

And cou'd baith write and read, 
And drank fae firm till ne'er a Styme 

He cou'd keek on a Bead. 

Or Book; that Day. 



f^HEN he was ftrute, twa fturdy ChielsJ 

Be's Oxter, and be's Collar, 
Held up frae cowping o" the Creels 

The liquid Logick Scholar : 
When he came hame his Wife did reel, 

And rampage in her Choler, Jk 

$Vith that he brake the fpi&ning Wt 

Thaj: coft a good Rix-dollar, 

% , ; And mair fome fay* 

JST Ear Bed-time now ilk weary Wight 

Was gaunting for his Reft, 
For fome were like to tyne t,heir Sigk^ 

Wi' Sleep and Drinking ftreft. 
But ithers that were Stomach tighc» 
Cry'd out, It was nae beft 
• Jo leave a Supper that was dighr, 
To Brozvnies or a Ghaift, 

; "Jo eat or Day* 

On whomelt Tubs lay twa lang Dails, 

On them flood mony a Goan, 
Some fill'd wi' Brachan^ fome wi' Kai^ 

And Milk hett frae the Loan. 
Of Daintiths they had Rowth and Walej 

Of which they were right fon jj 
*gut Naithing wad gae down but Alt£ 

JW1* drunken Donald Don, 

The Smith that Day- 



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fwiCE augfrt Bannocksjn a Heap, 
I And twa good Junts of Beef, 
;Wi' hind and fore Spaul of a Sheep, 

Drew Whitles frae ilk Sheath: 
Wi 7 Gravie a their Beards did dreep, 

They kempit with their Teeth, 
£, Kebbuck fyne th&t 'maift cou'd creep 

Its lane pat on the Sheaf, 

Jn Stous that Day? 

JThe Bride was now laid in her Bed, 

Her left Leg Ho was flung 5 
&nd Geordie Gib was fidgen glad, 

Becaufe it hit Jean Gun. 
She was his Jo, and aft had faid, 

Fy, Geordk, had your Tongue, 
ye's ne'er get me ?o. be your Bride, 

But changed her Mind when tying. 

That very Da.y^ 

Tihee! quoth fouzje, when Ax &W. 

The Cathel coming ben, 
I It pypin hett gae'd round them a", 

The Bride Die made a fen, 
To fit in Wyliecoat fae braw, I 

Upon her nether En, 
Her Lad like ony Cock did craw. 

That meets a Clockin Hen, 

kAnd blyth were they; 



Xhe Souter, Miller, Smith and Dicky 

Lawrle and Hutchen bauld, 
Carles that kept nae very ftrict. 

Be Hours tho they were auldj 
Nor cou'd they e'er leave aff diat Tricky 

But whare good Ale was fald. 
They drank a' Night, e'en tho Add Nick 

Shou'd tempt their Wives to feald 

5 Them for't neifl Da$ 

Was ne'er in Scotland heard or fee?j 

Sic Banqueting and Drinkin, 
Sic Ravelling, and Battles keen, 

Sic Dancing, and £c Jinkin, 
And unko Wark that fell at E'en, 

When Laffes were haff winkin, 
They loft their Feet and baith their Hen,' 

And Maidenheads gae'd linkin 

Aff a that Day. 



The Endofthefecond Canto- 




Christ 5 ? 



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CHRIST* KIRK 

ON THE 

GREEN 





CANTO III. 






By Aljlan Ramsay. 





KOw frae Eaft Nook o' Fife the Dawn 
Speel'd Wcftlins up the Lift, 
Carles wha heard the Cock had crawn* 

Begoud to rax and rift, 
And greedy Wives wi' girning thrawny 

Cry'd, Laffes up to Thrift 5 
Jbogs barked, and the Lads frae Hand, 
Eang'd to their Brecks like Drift, 

Be Break of Day„ 



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But fomc wha had been fow Yeftreea^ 

Sic as the l£ttergae y 
Air up had hae will to be fceri, 

Grudgin their Groat to pay. 
But what aft frifted's no forgeen, 

When Fowk has nought to fayj 
y«t fweer were they to rake their Een, 

Sic dizy Heads ha<£ they, 

And hett that Day« 

Be that Time it was fair foor Days, 

As fou's the Houfe cou^d pang, 
To fee the young Fouk or, they raifc, 

GofTips came in ding dang, 
And w? a Sols aboon the Claiths, 

Ilk ane their Gifts down flang; 
Twall Toop Horn Spoons down Maggy lays, 

Baith muckie mow'd and langf, 

for ftak or Whey; 

Her Aunt a Pair of Tangs fufh in, 

Right bauld me fpake and fpruce, 
Gin your Goodman (hall make a Din,/ 

And gable like a Goofe, 
Shorin whan fou to skelp ye're Skin 

Thir Tangs may be of Ufe ; 
Lay them enlang his Pow or Shin* 

Wha wins fyn may make Roofe, 

Between you tvw* 



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E TO 3 

JLuli> BeJJie in rier red Coat brawj 

Came wi' her ain Oc Nanny, V 1 

An odd like Wife, th«y faid that faw, ■ 

A moupin runkled Granny, % 

She fley'd the Kimmefs ane and a', 

Word gae'd (he was na kanny> 
Nor wad they let Lucky awaj 

Till (he was burnt wi' Branny^ 

Like mony m£2 

STEEN&dh and faftin >mang the reft 

Came in to get his Morning, 
Speer'd gin the Bride had tane the Tefi^ A 

And how (he loo'd her Corning? 
She leugh as (he had fund a Neft, ) 

Said, Let a be ye'r Scorning. 
Quoth Roger, Fegs I've done my bed 

To gi'er a Charge of Horning, 

As well's I mayl 

Kin» Clrjh was there, a kanty Lafs, 

Black EyM, black hair'd, and bonny; 
jRight well red up and jimp (lie was, 

And Wooers had fow mony : 
I wat na how it came to pafs, 

She cutled in wi' Jonnle, 
And tumbling wi' him on the Grafs* 

Dung a' her Cockernonny 

A Jee that Day; 



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tut Maufe begrutten was and bleer'd, 
*" Look'd thowlefs, dowf and ileepy 5 
Auld Maggu kend the Wyt, and fheer\*, J 
Caw'd her a poor daft Heepy; ) 

*Tis a wife Wife that kens her Wiefd, 

What tho ye mount the Creepy., 
There a good LefTon may be lear'd, 
And What the war will ye be 

To ftand a Day, 

Or Bairns km read, they fifft maun fpchV 

I learn'd this frae my Mammy, 
And cooft a Legen-Girth my fell, 

Lang or I married Tammie : 
Ifc warrand ye have a heard tell 

Of bonny Andrew Lammy, 
Stifly in Loove wi' me he fell, 

As foon as e'er he faw me : 

That was a t>afv 

Ha it Drink, frufh butterM" Gakes and Cheefe,, 

That held their Hearts abooh; 
Wi' Clalhes mingled aft wi' Lies, 
Drave aff the hale Forenoon :' 
But after Dinner, ann ye pleafe 

To weary not o'er foon, 
We down ' 10 E'ning Edge wi' Eafe 
• Shall loup, and fee what's done 

X'the Dowp o'ths Day. 



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;^ow what the Friends wad fain been at, 

They that were right true blue, 
Was e'en to get their Wyfons v/at^ 

And fill young Roger fou: 
But the bauld Billy took his Maut, j 

And was right ftirf to bous 
He fairly gae them Tit for Tat, 

And fcour'd aft" Healths anew, 

Clean out that Day, 

A Creel bowt fou of muckle Stains 

They clinked on his Back, 
To try the Pith o's Rigg and Reins, 

They gart him cadge this Pack. 
Now as a Sign he had tane Pains, 

His young Wife was na flack 3 
To rin and ea'fe his Shoulder Bains, 

And fneg'd the Raips fou fnack, 

We'er Knife that Pay* 

Syne the blyth Carles Tooth and Nail^ 

Fell keenly to the Wark, 
To eafe the Ganqrees of the Ale, 

And try wha was maifl ftark 5 
JTili Boord and Floor, and a' did fail 5 

Wi' fpilt Ale i'theDarkj 
gart Jock's Fit flde, and like a Fail 

Play'd dad> an4 4ang the Ba& 

i Aft's Shim that D*yl 
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5° he Souter, Miller, Smith and Dkk 3 

Et cefra, clofs fat cockin, 
Jill wafted was baith Caj(h and Tick, 

Sae ill were they to flocken 3 
jSane out to pifti in Gutters thick, 

Some fell, and fome gae'd rocking 
gawny hang fneering on his Stick, 

To fee bauld Hutchon bockin 

Rainbows that Day, 

!The Smith's Wife her black Deary fought^ 

And fand him Skin and Birn^ 
(Quoth me, This Day's, VVark's be dear bough^ 

He ban'd, and gae a Girn, 
Ca'd her a Jade, and faid me mught 

Gae hame and fcum her Kirn, 
^Vhilht Ladren,, for gin ye fay oughl; 

Mair, Vic wind ye a Pirn, 

To reel fome Da,y c - 

Xe*11 wind a Pirn. I Ye gjjy Snool 3 
? Wae- worth ye'r drunken Saul ! 
Quoth me, and lap out o'er a Stool, 

And claught him be the Spaul.3 \ 

He mook her, and (ware muckle Dpol 

Ye's thole for this ye Scauls 
JPfc rive frae aff w" ' ■ ■ T ool a 

t 

On fie a Day* 



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y©u«. Tippanizlng, fcant o' Grace, 

Quoth flie, gars mc gang duddy 5 
Our Nibour Tate fin break o' Day's 

Been thurnpin at his Studdy, 
Ann it be true that Come Fouk fay% 

Yell girn yet in a Woody; 
Syne wi' her Nails (he rave his Face,' 

Made a' his black Baird bloody 

Wi 1 Scarrs that Day. 

A Gilpy that had feen the Faught, 

I wat he was nae lang, 
Till he had gathered feven or aught 

Wild Hempies ftout and llrang ; 
They frae a Barn a Kaber raught, 

Ann mounted wi' a Bang, 
Betwiflit twa's Shouders, and fat jftraught 

Upon't, and rade the Stang 

On her that Day. 

The Wives anc! Cyclings a' fpang'd ou£ 

O'er Middings and o'er Dykes, 
Wi' mony ane unco Skirl and Shout, 

Like Bumbees frae their Bykes ; 
Thro thick and thi$ they fcour'd about, 

Plalhin thro Dubs and Sykes, 
And fie a Rierd rang thro the Routj, 

Gm a' the hale Town Tykes 

Yamph loud that Day.' 



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$vr d'ye fee fou better bred 

Was mensfou flaggy Murdy y 
She her Man like a Lainy Jed 

Hame, wi' a well wail'd Wordy, 
Fall frae the Company he fled, 

As he had tane the Sturdy j 
She fletch'd him fairly to his Bed, 

Wi* ca'ing him her Burdy, 

Kindly that Bay, 

But Lacvrie he took out his Nap 

Upon a Mow of Peafe, 
And Robin fpew'd in's ain Wife's Lap, 

Ke faid it ga e him Eafe. 
Hutchon wi 7 a' three lugged Cap, 

His Head bizzin wi* Bees, 
Bit Geordy a miflufhis Rap, 

And brake the Brig o"s Neefe 

Right fair that Day, 

Syne ilka Thing gae'd Arfe o'er Head, 

Chanters, Boord, Stools and Stoups, 
Flew thro the Houfe wi* muckle Speed, 

And there was little Hopes 
But there had been fome ill done Deed, 

They gat fie thrawart Cowps; 
But a' the Skaith that chane'd indeed. 

Was only on their Dowps, 

JVi ■ Fa's that ipay* 

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Sae whiles they toolied, whiles they drank; 

Till a' their Senfe was fmor'd 5 
A nd in their Maws there was nae Mafll^ j 

Upon the Farms fome fnor'd : 
Ithers frae afF the Bunkers fank, »j 

Wi 1 Een like Coliops fcor'd: 
Some ranVd their Nodles w? a Clank, 

E'en Eke a thick fcwf d Lord, 

On Pofls that Dap. 

The young Good-man to Bed did clira, 

His Dear the Door did lock in; 
Crap down beyont hint, and the Kim 

O 'er Wame he clap'd his Dock on: 
She fand her Lad wns not in Trim, 

And be this fame good Token, 
That ilka Member, lith and limb, 

Was fouple Kke a Dofcen, v 

'Bout him that Day* 

The End of the third Canto! 




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INDEX. 



}Ndrew Lammy, 
Aiild £(?#/<?, 



Page, 
114 



Bauld Be/}, ioi, 103 

Claud Pekie, 104 

Dick, 101, no, 116 

J>ozvny, 9% 

Ceordy Gib, 109, 118 

Cilly, 9* ( 

.Harry, 97 j 

Uutthon, 08, 10 j, no, xi^'iStew*, 



Maggy Torfyth, 

114 

Maggy Mm ay, 

Meg Wallet, 
Nanny, 
Oftier-Wifc, 
Plaitfoot, 
Pate, 

j £*£/"# ifoy, 
r, 



107, 



118 

Lawrie, 97, 104, no, 118 
Letter gae* 107, 112 

JUi&r, ?>, 10?, no, n£ 
Mwfex- 9h lo6 > IX 4 



Smith, 

Sawny^ 

Tarn Lutter, 

Toujte, 

Tarn Taylor, 

Taylor, 

Willie* 



Page 
list 

IIS 
104 
113 



J 06 

9f 

117 

118 



9U 

9$> 107, 113 
108, no, Ilfl 

114 

9U 10? 

100, 103, 11 
10 



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To« TPr/Jff Pindaricks ! and be d rid % g^ 

Write Epigrams for Cutlers ; ga^ 

.AW with thy Nonfenfe will be Jham 9 d 9 gA 

U«f Chamber -Maids and Butlers. S^ 

/« f'tffkr WWd expett dry Blows, Sggg 

No Tears pal! wipe thy Stains out : |g$ 

Horace Jhallpluek thee by the Nofe, gg* 

And Pindar beat thy Brains out. K ^> 

T. BlVOWN toD'VRIT. £&> 



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77^ SCRIBLERS fo/&X 

H AT I thus proftitute myMUSE 
On Theme folow, may gain Excufe; 
When following Motives (hall be 

thought on, 
Which has this dogrel Fury brought 
on. 

I'm calPd in Honour to protect 

The FAIR, when tret with Difrefpeft : 

Befides, a Zeal tranfports my Soul, 

Which no Conftraint can e'er controul; 

In Service of the Government, . ' . 

To draw my Pen, and Satyr vent, 

Againft vile Mungrels of Pafnaffus, 

Who through Impunity opprefs us. 

Tis to correct this fcribling Crew, 

Who as in former Reigns, fo now 

Torment the World, and load our Time 

■ 

With Jargon cloath'd in wretched Wme, 
Difgrace of Numbers ! Earth ! I hate them I 

And as they merit, fo I'll treat them, 

And 



C 124 3 

'And firft, thefe ill bred Things I lafli, 
The hated Authors of that Trafh, 
In publick fpread with little Wit, 
Much Malice, rude and bootlefs Spite, 
Againft the SEX, who have no Arms, 
To fhield them from infulting Harms ; 
Except the Light'ning of their Eye, 
L Which none but fueh blind Dolts defy. ' 

Ungenerous War ! V attack the F A I R : 
But Ladies fear not, ye're the Care 
Of every W I T of true Defcent, 
At once their Song and Ornament: 
They'll ne»er neglect the lovely Crowd: 
But fpite of all the Multitude 
Of fcribbling Fops, aflert your Caufe, 
And execute APO ZZO's Laws : 
APOZZO, who the B A R D infpires 
With fofteft Thoughts and divine Fires 5 
Than whom on all the Earth thercs no Man 
More complaifant to a fine Woman. 
Such Veneration mixt with Love, 
joints out a P JE T from above ; 



Bui 



C 125 1 

But Zannfs void of Senfe or Merit, 
Love, Fire, or Fancy, Wit or Spirit : 
Weak, frantick, clbwnifh, and chagreen, 
Pretending prompt by zealous Spleen, 
T" affront your Head-drefs, or your Bone-Fence, 
Make Printer's Prefies groan with Nonfenfe : 
But while SOL's Offspring lives, as foon 
Shall they pull down his Sifter Moon. 

They with low incoherent Stuff, 
Dark Senfe, or none, Lines lame and rough, 
Without a Thought, Air or Addrefs, 
All the whole Logerhead confefs. 
From clouded Notions in the Brain, 
They fcribble in a cloudy Strain ; 
Defire of Verfe they reckon Wit, 
And rhime without one Grain of it. 
Then hurry forth in publick Town 
Their Scrawls, left they fhould be unknown : 
Rather than want a Fame, they choofe 
The Plague of an infamous MUSE. 
Unthinking, thus the Sots afpire, 
And raife their own Reproaeh the higher : 
By meddling with the Modes and FaOiions 
Of VVonien of joliteft Nations. 



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C i25 3 

Perhaps by this they'd have it told us, 
That in their Spirit fomething bold is, 
To challenge thofe who have the Skill, 
By Charms to fave, and Frowns to kill. 

If not Ambition, then 'tis Spite, 
Which makes the puny Infers write ; 
Like old and mouldy Maids turn'd four, 
When diftant Charms have loft their Pow'r 3 
Fly out in loud Tranfports of Paflion, 
When ought that's new comes firft in Falhion ; 
*Tifl by Degrees it creeps right fnodly 
On Hips and Head-drefs of the g— > ! 
Thus they to pleafe the fighing Sifters, 
Who often beet them in their Mifters, 
With their malicious Breath fet fail, 
And write thefe fitly Things they rail. 
Pimps! Such as you can ae'r extend 
A Flight of Wit, which may amend 
Our Morals ; that's a Plot too nice 
For you to laugh Folks out of Vice, 
Sighing, Oh hey ! Ye cry Alace ! 
This Fardingale's a great Difgrace ! 
And all indeed, becaufe an Ancle, 
Or Foot is feen, might Monarchs mancle ; 



£ 127 1 

AnI makes the Wife, with Face upright, 
Look up, and blefs Heav'n for their Sight, 

In your Opinion nothing matches, 
O horrid Sin ! the Crime of Patches ! 
Tis falfe, ye Clowns ; I'll make't appear, 
The glorious Sun does Patches wear ; 
Yea, run thro 1 all the Frame of Nature, 
You'll find a Patch for every Creature : 
Even you your felves, ye blackned Wretches, 
To Heliconian are the Patches. 

Bnt grant that Ladies Modes were Ills 
To be reformed ; your creeping Skills 
Ye Mimersy never would fucceed, 
Who write what the polite ne'er read. 
To cure an Error of the FAIR, 
Demands the niceft prudent Care 5 
Wit utter'd in a pleafing Strain, 
A Point fo delicate may gain ; 
But that's a Task as far above 
L Your (hallow Reach, as I'm from $0 VE t 

Ko more then let the World be vexed^ 
%ith Baggage empty and perplexed ; 



Bui 



L 1*8 3 

But learn to fpeak with due Refpecl, 
Oi PEGG I E's Breaits, and Ivory Neck : 
Such purblind Eyes as yours, 'tis true, 
Shon'd ne'er fuch divine BEAUTIES view, 
If NELZIE's Hoop be twice as wide 3 
As her two pretty Limbs can ftride : 
What then? Will any Man of Senfe 
Take Umbrage, or the leaft Offence 
At what even the raoft modeft may 
Expofe to Hebus 9 brighteft Ray ? 
Does not the handfome of our City, 
The Pious, Chafte, the Kind and Witty, 
Who can afford it, great and fmal!, 
Regard well fhapen Fardingale ? 
And will you, Mag-fyes y mate a No£fe 5 
You grumble at the Lady's Choice! 
Pray leav't to them, and Mothers wife, 
Who watch their Conduct, Mien and Guife, 
To fhape their Weeds as fits their Eafe; 
And place their Patches as they pleafe. 
This fhou'd be granted without grudging, 
Since we all know they're bell at judging a 
What from Mankind demands Devotion ; 
In Gefture, Garb, free Airs, and Motion? 



Bu* 



C i2p 3 

But you ! unworthy of my Pen ! 
Unworthy to be clafs'd with Men! 
Ha.fte to Cajfar, ye clumfy Sots, 
And there make Love to Hottentots, 

Another Sett with Ballads wafte 
Our Paper, and debauch our Tafte 
With endlefs 'larms on the Street, 
Where Crowds of circling Rabble meet. 
The Vulgar judge of Poetry, 
By what thefe Hawkers fingand cry ; 
Yea, fome who claim to Wit amifs, 
Cannot diftinguifh that from this. 
Hence POETS are accounted now 
In SCOTLAND a mean empty Crew; 
Whofe Heads are craz'd, who fpend their Time, 
In that poor wretched Trade of "Rhirns* 
Yet all the learn'd difcerning Part 
Of Mankind own the heav'nly Art 
Is as much diftaht from fuch Trafh, 
As lay'd Dutch Coin from Sterling Cafh. 

Others in loft# Nonfenfe write 5 
IncomprehenfibJe's their Flight 5 



t 130 1 

Such-magick Pow'r is in their Pen, 
They can beftow on worthlefs Men 
More Virtue, Merit and Renown, 
Than ever they cou'd call their own. 
They write with arbitrary Power, 
And pity 'tis they fhou'd fall lower ; 
Or ftoop to Truth, or yet to meddle 
With common Senfe, for Crambo didle, 

But none of all the rhiming Herd 
Are more encouraged and rever'd 
By heavy Souls to their's ally'd, 
Than fuch wlio tell who lately dfd. 
No fooner is the Spirit flown, 
From its Clay-Cage, to Lands unknown, 
Than fome ram Hackney gets his Name, 
And thro' the Town laments the fame ; 
An honeft Burgefs cannot dy, 
But they mull weep in Elegy ; 
Even while the virtuous Soul is foaring 
.Thro' middle Air a he hears it roaring. 

Thefe Ills, and many more Abufes, 
Which plague Mankind, and vex the M U S E S, 



C 131 3 

3n Pain of Poverty (hall ceafe, 

fcnd all the FAIR fhall l|ve in Peace ; ; 

And every one fhall die contented, 

Happy when not by them lamented* 

For great A P L L 0, in his Name, 

Has ord'red me thus to proclaim ; 

« FORASMUCH AS a grov'ling Crew, 
€C With na/row Mind, and brazen Brow, 
I Wou'd fain to Poets Title mount, 
u And with vile Maggots rub Affront 
ct On an old Virtuofo Nation, 
« Where our lov'd Nine maintain their Station s 
^ We order ftri&, that all refrain 
cc To write, who Learning want, and Brain 5 
u Pedants, with Hebrew Roots o'ergrown, 
I* Learn'd in each Language but their own. 
€{ Each fpiritlefs half ftarying Sinner, 
* £ Who knows not how to get his Dinner 1 
I s Dealers in fmall Ware, Clinks, Whim Whams, 
" Acrofticks, Puns, and Anagrams 5 
^ And all who their Productions grudge 3 
c; To be canvaft by skilful Judge, 
¥ Who can find out indulgent Trip, 
§ Whilft 'tis in harmlefs jManufcripf* 



But 



t 13* ] 

6< But to all them who difobey, 

"• And jog on ftill in their own Way ; 

«< Be'tkend to all Men, that OUR WILL is 3 

cc Since all they write fo wretched ill is ; 

<c They mull difpatch their {hallow Ghofts, 

" To Pluto's Jakes, and bke their Foils ; 

« There to attend, 'till Dis (hall deign 

Xi To ufe their Works : the Ufe is plain. 

/ 

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Now know, ye Scoundrels, if ye fland 

To Humph and Ha at this Command, 

The Furies have prepar'd a Halter, 

To hang, or drive ye helter skelter, 

Through Bogs and Moors, like Rats and Mice, 

Purfu'd with Hunger, Rags and Lice, 

If e'er ye dare again to Croak, 

And God of Harmony prt>voke. 

Wherefore purfue Tome Craft for Bread, . 

Where Hands may better ferve than Head; 

Nor ever hope in Verfe to ihine, 

Or fhare in HOMER 's Fate or > 









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A 

POEM. 

y%% ! a M^SW/^ B. E N genial Beams wade thro' th@ 
dewy Morn, 
And from the Clod invite the 

fprouting Corn ; 
When che<$uer'd Green, wing'd 
Mufick, new blown Scents., 
Confpir'd to footh the Mind, and pleafe each Senfe : 
Then down a fhady Haugh I took my Way, 
Delighted with each Flower and budding Spray; 

A i Mufiflg 




I n<$ ] 

Mufing on all that Hurry, Pain and Strife, 
Which flow from the phantaftick Ills of Life. 
Enlarg'd from fuch Diftrefles of the Mind, 
Due Gratitude to Heav'n my Thoughts renVd, 
And made me in the laughing f SAGE's Way, 
As a mere Farce the murm'ring World furvey ; 
Finding imagln'd Maladies abound, 
Tenfold for One which gives a real Wound. 

Godlike is he whom no falfe Fears annoy, 
Who lives CONTENT, andgrafps the prefent Joy 5 
Whofe Mind is not with wild Convulfions rent 
Of Pride, and Avarice, and Difcontent : 
Whofe well train«d Paffions, with a pious Aw, 
Are all fubordinate to Reafon's Law : 
Then fmooth CONTENT arifes like the Pay, 
And makes each rugged Phantom flee away. 
To loweft Men (he gives a lib'ral Share 
Of folid BliPs, flie mitigates our Care, 
Enlarging Joys, adminiilrating Health ; 
The rich Man's Pleafure, and the poor Man's Wealth] 

A 



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C 137 1 

A Train of Comfdrts on her Nod attend, 
And to her Sway Profits and Honour bend. 

Hail hleft CONTENT! who art by Heav'n defignM 
parent of Health and Chearfulnefs of Mind; 
Serene CONTENT fhall animate my Song, 
And make th' immmortal Numbers fmooth and irrong, 

SIZE NUS, thou whofe hoary Beard and Head 
Experience fpeak, and Youth's Attention plead, 
Retail thy^gather'd Knowledge, and difclofe 
What State of Life enjoys the moft Repofe. 
Thus I addreft : — And thus the ancient Bard; » 

Firft, to no State of Life fix thy Regard. 
All Mortals may be happy, if they pleafe, 
Not rack ? d with Pain, nor lingering Difeafe. 

M 1 D A S the Wretch, wrapt in his patched Rag*, 
With empty Paunch, fits brooding o'er his Bags; 
Meager his Look, his W\a\ in conftant Fright, 
If Winds but move his Windows in the Night; 
If Dogs fhou'd bark, or but a Moufe make Din, 
$e fweats and ftarts, and think's the Thief's got in : 

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C 138 3 

His Sleep forfakes him 'till the Dawn appears. 
Which every Thing but fuch a Caitiff chears ; 
It gives him Pain to buy a Farthing Light, 
He jams at Home in Darknefs all the Night,, 
What makes him manage with fuch cautious Pain ?, 
Twonld break a Sum ; a Farthing fpent fo vain » 
If e'er he's pleas'd, 'tis when fome needfull Man 
Gives Ten per Cent with an infuring Pawn. 
Tho he's provided in as much would ferve 
Whole Mefior's Years, he ever fears to ftarve. 
Tell him of Alms, alace ! he'd rather chufe 
Damnation, and the promis'd Blifs refufe. 

'And. is there fuch a Wretch beneath the Sunt ■ ■ > -^ 
Yes, he returned, Thoufands inftead of one, b- 

To whom CpNTENT is utterly unknown. — ■* 3 
Are all the rich Men fuch i —Me anfwer'd, No ; 
MARCUS hath Wealth, and can his Wealth beftow 
Upon himfelf, his Friends, and on the Poor, 
Enjoys enough, and withes for no m,ore. 

Reverfe of thefe, is he who braves the Skie, 
Curling, his Maker when he throws the EHe 5 

Gods, 



C 139 1 

Gods, Devils, Furies* Hell, Heaven, Blood ancl Wounds^ 
Promifcuous fly in Burfts of tainted Sounds ; 
He to Perdition doth his Soul bequeath, 
Yet inly trembles when he thinks of Death. 
Except at Game, he ne'er imploys his ThoBght 
'Till hifs'd and pointed at, — ■*- not worth a Groat* 
The defp'rate Remnant of a large Eftate ^ 

Goes at one Throw, and points his gloomy Fate, V 
He finds his Folly now, but finds too late#. i 

111 brooks my fondl'd Mafter to be poor, 
Bred up to nought but Bottle, Game, and Whore. 
How pitiful he looks without his Rent ! 
| They who fly Virtue, ever flyCONTENL 

Now I beheld, the SAGE look'd lefsTevere, 

I Whilft Pity join'd his old Satyrick Lear. 
The weakly Mind, faid he, is quickly torn, 
Men are not Gods, fome Frailties muft be born : 
Heaven's bounteous Hand all in their Turn abufe, ^ 
The happieft Men at Times their Fate refufe, V 

j Befool themfelyes, — - and trump up an Excufo 3J 



J 



is Z VdUS but a Subaltern of Foot t 
His Equal G ALIUS is a Coronet. 

STERJLZA fhuns a Goffiping, and why ? 
The teeming Mother fills her with Envy* 
The pregnant Matron's Grief as much prevails* 
Some of the Children always fomething ails : 
One Boy is fick, t'other has broke his Head, 
And Nurfe is blam'd when little Mils is deadi 

A Dutchefs on a Velvet Couch reeling, 
Blabs her fair Cheeks till (he is almoft blind * t 
Poor Pbil?& Death the briny Pearls demands. 
Who ceafes now to fnarl and lick her Hands. 

The Politicians, who in learn'd Debates, 
With Penetration carve out Kingdoms Fates, 
Look four, drink Coffee, flirug, and read Gazettes : 
Deep funk in Craft of State their Souls are loft, 
And all their Hopes depend upon, the Poll;' 
Each Mail that's due they curfe the contra re Wind, 
*Tis Grange if this Way Men CONT ENTMENT find. 
% Though 



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Tho old, their Humors I am yet to learn, 
W-ho vex themfelves in what they've no Concern, 

NJNNT the glaring Fop, who always runs 
In Tradefmen's Books, which makes the careful Duns 
Often e'er Ten to break-his flumb'ring Heft : 
Whilft with their craving Clamours he's opprefl, 
He frames Excufes 'till his Cranny akes, 
Then thinks he juftly damns the curfed Snakes, 
The difappointed Dun with as much Ire, 
Both threats and curfes till his Breaft's on Fire ; 
Then home he goes, and pours it on his Houfe 3 
His Servants fuffer oft, and oft his Spoufe. 

Some groan thro' Life amidft a Heap of Cares, 
To load with too much Wealth their lazy Heirs % 
The lazy Heir turns all to Ridicule, 
And all his Life proclaims his Father Fool* 
He toils in fpending,~r— leaves a Threed-bare Son 3 
To fcrape anew as had his Grandfire done* 

How is the Fair MTR TILL A 's Eofom Hr'd, 
If L E DA 's fable Locks are more admir'd ; 

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While LE D A does her fccret Sighs difcharge, 
Recaufe her Mouth's a. Straw-breadth, ah ! too large. 

Thus Tung the Sire, and left me to evite 
The fcorching Beams in fome cool green Retreat* 
Where gentle Slumber feiz'd my weary'd Brain 3 
And mimick Fancy op'd the following Scene, 

Methought I flood upon a rifing Ground; 
A fplendid Landskip open'd all around, 
Rocks, Rivers, Meadows, Gardens, Parks and Woods, 
And Domes, which hid their Turrets in the Clouds ; 
To me approach'd a Nymph divinely fair, 
Celeftial Virtue flione through all her Air : 
A Nymph for Grace, her Wifdom more renown'd 
Adorned each Grace, and both true Valour crown'd* 
Around her heav'nly Smiles a Helmet blaz'd, 
And graceful as fhe mov'd, a Spear (he gently rais'd* 
My Sight at firft the Luitre fcarce could bear 5 
Her dazling Glories fhone fo ftrong and dear 5 
A Maj&fty fublime, with all that's fweet, 
Did Adoration claim, and Love invite« 
I felt her WifdoWs Charm my Thoughts infpire s 
Her dauntlefs; Courage kt my Soul on Fire* 



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The Maid, when thus I knew, I foon addrefly 
My prefent wilhful Thoughts the Theme fuggeft ; 
cc Of all th' etherial Powers thou nobleft Maid, 
<c To humane Woaknefs lend'it the readieft Aid: 
ec To where C O N T E N T and her Weft Train refide, 
ec Immortal PALLAS, deign to be my Guide. 
With my Requeft well pleas'd, our Courfe we bent, 
To find the Habitation of C O N T E NT. 

Thro' fierce BELL ONA's Tents we firft advanc'd, 
Where Cannons bounc'd, and nervous Horfes pranc'd ; 
Here fi C? armis fat with dreadful Aw, 
And daring Front, to prop each Nation's Law. ; 
Attending Squadrons on her Motions wait, 
Array'd in Deaths, and fearlefs of their Fate. 
Here Chiftain Souls glow'd with as great a Fire, 
As his who made the World but one Empire* 
Even in low Ranks brave Spirits might be- found* 
Who wanted nought of Monarchs but a Crown,? 
But ah ! Ambition ftood a Foe to Peace, 
Shaking the empty Fob and ragged Fleece ; 
Which were more hideous to thefe Sons of War, 
Than Brimftone, Smoak* and Storms of Bullets are. 

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JJere, faid my Guide, CONTENT is rarely fotfnd, 
Where Blood and noify Jars befet the Ground* 

Trade's wealthy Warehoufe next fell in our Way, 
•Where in great Bales Part of each Nation lay. 
The Spanijb Citron, and Hefperia's Oil, 
?srfia>& foft Produft, and the Chiaefe Toil ; 
Warm Borneo's Spices, Arabs fcented Gum, 
The Polijh Aniber, and the Saxon Mum, 
The 0rie»* Pearl, Holland's Lace and Toys, 
And Tinfie Work, which the fair Nun imploys. 
From India Ivory, and the clouded Cane, 
And Cocheneal from Straits of Magellan. 
The Scandinavian Rofin, Hemp and Tar, 
The Lapland Furs, and Rujjta?& Caviare, 
The G&Uicl Punchion chared with Ruby Juice, 
Which makes the Hearts of Gods and Men rejoice. 
Britannia here pours from her plenteous Horn, 
Her mining Mirroirs, Clock. work, Cloaths and Corn- 
Here Cent per-Qnts fat poring o'er their Books, 
While many fhew 5 d the Bankrupts in their Looks, 
Who by. Mismanagement their Stodk had fpent, 
Cursed thefe tad Times, and blam'd the Government. 

The 



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The miflive Letter, and peremptor Bill, 

Forbade them Reft, and call'd forth all their* Skill, 

Uncertain Credit bore the Scepter here. 

And her prime Minifters were Hope and Fear. 

The furly Chufs demanded what we fought, 

CONTENT, faid I, may me with Gold be bought ? 

CONTENT! faid one,then ftar'd and bit his Thumb, 

And leering ask'd, if I was worth a f "Plum* 

Love's fragrant Fields, where mildeft weftern Gales, 
Loaden with Sweets, perfume the Hills and Dales, 
Where longing Lovers haunt the Streams and Glades t 
And cooling Groves whofe Verdure never fades | « 
Thither with Joy and hafty Steps we ftrode, . 
There fure I thought our long»d for Blifs abode. 
Whom fir ft we met on that enchanted Plain, 
Was a tall yellow hair'd young penfive Swain ; 
Him I addreft,— — * O Youth, what heavenly Power 
" Commands and graces yon Elyfian Bower ? 
* s Sure 'tis C ON TEN T, elfe much I am decciv'd. 
The Shepherd fig'h'd, and told me that I rav'd. 

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Rare fhe appears, unlefs on fome fine Day 
She grace a Nuptial, but foon haftes away : 
If her you feek, foon hence you mull remove. 
Her Prefencc is precarious in Love, 

Thro' thefe and other Shrines we wandefd long s 
Which merit not Befcription in my Song, 
'Till at the laft, methought we caft our Eye ^ 

Upon an antique Temple, fquare and high, ■>> 

Its Area wide, its Spire did pierce the Sky ; 3. 

On adamantine Dorhk Pillars rear'd, 
Strong Got hick Work the maffy Pile appear 9 d : 
Nothing feem'd little, all was great defign'd, 
Which pleas'd the Eye at once, and fill'd the Mind. 
Whilft Wonder did my curious Thoughts ingage, 
To us approach'd a ftudious rev'rend Sage ; 
Both Aw and Kindnefs his grave Afpeft bore, 
Whi^h fpoke him rich with Wifdorn's fineft Store* 
He ask'd our Errand there,— Straight I reply 'd, 
"CONTENT: In thefe high Towers does fhe refide t 
Not far from hence, faid he, her Palace ftands,. 
Ours Ihe regards, as we do her Demands^ 

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Philofophy Mains her peaceful Sway, 

And in Return (he feafts us every Day. 

Then ftraight an antient Telefcope he brought, 

By SO CR A T E S and E PlcTETUS wrought, 

Improved fince, made eafier to the Sight, 

Lengthen'd the Tube, the Glaffes ground more bright : 

Through this he fhew'd a Hill, whofe lofty Brow 

Enjoy'd the Sun, while Vapours all below, 

In pitchy Clouds^, encircled it around, 

"Where Phantoms of raoft horrid Forms abound ; 

The ugly Brood of lazy Spleen and Fear, 

Frightful is Shape, molt monitions appear* 

Then thus my Guide,—— 1 

Your Way lies through yon Gloom, be not agai? ? 

Come briskly on, you'll jeft them when they're paft. * 

Mere empty Spectres, harmlefs as the Air, 

Which merit not your Notice, lefs your Care. 

Encourag'd with her Word, I thus addreft 

My noble Guide, and grateful Joy exprefi : 

* O facred WISDOM! thine's the Source of Light* 
& Without thy Blaze the World would grope in Night, 
" Of Woe and Blifs thou only art the Teft, 

* Falflbod and Truth before the Hand confeft.-: 

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■ c < Thou mak'ft a double Life : One Nature gave, j 
" But without thine, what is it Mortals have ? > 

ee A breathing Motion grazing to the Grave* ^ 

Now through the Damps methought we boldly went. 
Smiling at all t-h! Grins of Difcontent ; 
Tho oft pull'd back, the fifing Ground we gain 5 d p 
Whilft inward Joy my weary'd Limbs fuftain'd : 
Arriv'd the Height, whofe Top was krge and plain, * 
And what appear'd Toon recompens'd my Pain, S- 

Nature's whole Beauty deck'd the enamell'd Scene. A 

• f Amtdft the Glade the facred Palace flood, 
The Archite&ure not fo fine & good, 
Nor fcrimp, nor goufty, regular and plain, 
Plain wer.e the Columns which the Roof fuftaia ; 
An eafy Greatnefs in the whole was found, . 
Where all that Nature wanted did abound. 
But here no Beds are fcreen'd with rich Brocade^ 
Nor Fewel-Lpgs in Silver Grates are laid : 
No broken China Bowls difturb the Joy 
Of waiting Hand-maid or the running Boy 5 
Nor in the Cupboard Heaps of Plate are r.ang'd^ 
-To be -with each fpjenetick Falhion chang'd. 






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A weather-beaten Sentry watcfrd the GafeJ 
Of Temper crofs, and praftis'd in Debate ; 
Till once acquaint with him, no Entry here^ 
Tho brave as CESAR, or as HELEN fairs 
To Strangers fierce, but with Familiars tame, 

And Touchstone Vifappofntrngnt was his Name* 

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I, 

fhis fair Xnfcription fhone above the Gate} 

IFcar none but Urn foliofe mill streets tl)% jfate; 

With Smile auftere he lifted up his Head, 
Pointed the Characters, and bid us read* 
We did, and flood refolvU The Gates at lait 
Op'd of their own accord 3 and in we pafl» 

Each Day a Herauld, by the QU E EN *s Command; 
•Was order'd on a Mount to take his ftand, 
And thence to aH the Earth this OfFer make, 
<c Who are inclin'd her Favours to partake, 
" Shall have them free, if they fmall Rubs can bear} i 
It Of Difappointmentj Spleen and bug bear Fear* 

C Raised 



BLaisM oh a t*hro:^ wxtMn the outer Gate,. 
XKe G0D0ES5 fat, her Vot'ries round her wait* 
The beautiful D I V I HIT Y difclos'd 
g Areelr&fe fufc&rae, which rcngheft Cares compos'd £ 
jfe Leo- a fedrate, yet joyful and ferene, 
Not richer Drefs, but fuitabie and clean : 
Unfurrew'd was her Brow, her Cheeks were fmooth* 
Tho old as Time, enjoy'd immortal Youth; , 
.And all her Accents Co harmonious flowM, » 

That every Signing Far with Pleafure giowM» 
Kv. Olive Garland on 3 - fed (he wore, , 

And ■■■•■ i - -i i Cornklofia boi*©* 

Crois Touchfiwe til I'd a Bench \« •ithout the Dooi 
>r j r y .-!... stuV-pg o: ea< h humane Ore : 

•r*?i Jn l^e he u ; ■ , 3 " ' them away h£ Cen£, 
Un%far ; . oath . . S lioe^f-oaJw OO^BKX 

lo-.hisa aJh^ry D&rd i,..J -.'thBags; 3 
XJnweUdy Lpad;] U one who hardly drasji 
His Be'-g,— — \N'ore than Seventy Year?, fatd he, 
I've fought this Court, *tul now unfoun,d by me ; . 



Now let me reft. *— — ^cs, ifje voant no morc\ *\ 

But e're the Sun has made bis annual Tour, f 

KnovO) grov'Ung Wretch, thj Wealth's without thy Power.^< 
The Thoughts of Death, and ceafingfrom his Gain, 
Brought on the old Man's Head fo (harp a Tain, 
Which dim'd his optiek Nerves, and with the Light 
He loll the Palace, and crawl'd back to Night. 

Poor gripping Thing, how ufelefs is thy Bfr:/h, 
While nothing's fo much long'd foe as fb}* De<kO - 
How meanly haft thou fpeht thy Leafe of Years i 
A Slave to Poverty, to Toils and Fears ; 
And all to vie with fome black rugged Hl% 
Whofe rich Contents Millions of Chefts can i 1 11* 
As round U\q greedy Rock clings to the Mine* 
And hinders it in open Day to i'hine, 
Till Diggers hew it from the Spar's Isnbrace, 
Making it circle, ftampt with CESAR'S Face 5 
So doft thoa hoard, and from thy Prknce purloin 
His ufeful Image, and thy Country Coin, 
Till gaping Heirs have%free'4 the irnprifond Slave, 
When to their Comfort thou halt rlll'd a Grave. Jp 

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The next who with a janty Air approach'd, 
Was a gay Youth, who thither had been coacfrd 5 
Sleek were his Flanders Mares, his Liv'ries fine, 
With glittering Gold his Furniture did fhine. 
Sure fuch methought may enter when they pleafe s 
Who have all thefe Appearances of Eafe. 
Strutting he march'd, nor any Leave he crav'd 3 
Attemp't to pafs, but found himfelf deceived: 
Old Touchftone gave him on the Breaft a Box s 
.Which op'd the Sluces of a latent Pox, 
Then bid h;s Equipage in hafte depart 
The Youth look'd at them with a fainting Heart % 
He found he could not walk, and bid them ftay, 
§wore three cramp Oaths, mounted and wheel'd away* 

The Pow ? r exprefs'd herfelf thus with a Smile, 
u Thefe changing Shadows are not worth our while a 
ec Wilh fmalleft Trifles oft their Peace is torn, 
11 If here at Night, they rarely waif: the Morn, 

Another Beau as fine, but more vivace 3 
y/hofe Airs fat round hijoi with an eafy Grace,' 



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And well bred Motion, came up to the Gate^ 
I lov'd him much, and trembl'd for his Fate. 

The Sentry broke his clouded Cane, He fmil'd, 

Got fairly in, and all our Fears beguil'd. 
The Cane was foon reaew'd which had been broke, 
And thus the V E K T U E to the Circle fpoke, 
<c Each Thing magnificent or gay we grant, 
* To them who' re capable to bear their Want, 

Two handfome Toafts came next, them well I knew 2 
Their lovely Make the Court's Obfervance drew 5 
Three Waiting Maids attended in the Rear, 
Each loaden with as much as fhe could bear: 
One mov'd beneath a Load of Silks and Lace 9 
Another bore the Offsets of the Face 5 
But the moft bulky Burden of the Three, 
Was hers who bore th» Utenfils of Bobee. 
My Mind indulgent in their Favour pled. 
Hoping no Oppofition would be made : 
So mannerly, fo fmooth, fo mild their Eye, 
Enough almoft to give CONTENT Envy* 
But foon I found my Error, the bold Judge, 
[Who a&ed as if prompted by fome Grudge^ 

Them 



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Them thus fainted with a hollow Tone, 

w You're none of my Acquaintance, get you gone f 

& What Loads of Trump* ry thefe ? -Ha, where's my Crefs ? 

*« Ml try if thefe be folid Ware or boil, 

The China felt the Fury of his Blow, 

And loft a Being, or for Ufe or Show | 

For Ufe or Show no more's each Plate or Cup, 

But all in Shreds upon the Threshold drop. 

Now every Charm which decked their Face before 

Give Place to Rage, end Beauty is no more* 

The briny Stream their rofy Cheeks befmear'd, 

Whilft they in Clouds of Vapours difappearU, 

A ruftick Hynd, attir»d in home-fpun Gray, 

With forked Locks, and Shoes- bedaub'd with Cla& 

Palms food with Horn, his Front frelh, brown and broad, 

With Legs and Shoulders fitted for a Load; 

He 'midft ten bawling Children laugh'd and fung* 

While Confort Hobnails on the Pavement rung ; 

Up to the Porter unconcern'd he came, 

Forcing along his Offspring and their Dame* 

Crofs TouchSons ftrove to ftop him, but the Clown 

At Handy-cuffs him match'd, and threw him down ; 



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And fyite of him Into the Palace went, 
Where he was kindly welcom'd by CONTENT, 

Two Busbian Philofophs put in their Claims, 
GAMALIEL and CR1TIS were their Names; 
But fooms they had our BRITISH HOME R feen, 
With Face unraffl'd waiting on the the QJ3E EN, 
Envious Hate their furly Bofoms nYd, 
Their Colour changed, they from the Porch retird; 
Backward they went, refletling with much Rage 
On the bad Tafle and Humor of the Age, 
Which pay'd fo much RefpecTto nat'ral Parrs, 
While they were ftarving Graduates of Arts. 
The Goddefs fell a laughing at the Fools, 
And Cent them picking to their GTsmrasr Schools j 
Or in fome Garret elevate to dwell, 
There with Sifyohiau Toil to teach dull Beaus to fpeJL 

Now all this while a Gate of Eaftern Wind 
And cloudy Skies opprelVd the humane Mind ; 
The Wind fet Weft, backtt with the radiant Beams> 
Winch warfi'd the Mti and dane'd upon the Streams, 

Exhal'4 



Exhai'd the Spleen* and footh'd a World of Souls 
Who crowded now the Avenue in Shoals, 
Numbers in black of Widowers, Reliefs, Heirs s 
Of new wed Lovers many handfome Pairs 5 
Men landed from Abroad, from Camps and Seasf 
Others got through fome dangerous Difeafe : 
A Train of Belles adorn'd with fomettiing new, 
And even of ancient Prudes there were a few, 
Who were refrefh'd with Scandal and with Tea, 
Which for a Space fet them from Vapours free* 
Here from their Cups the lower Species flockt, 
And Knaves with Bribes and cheating Methods ftockt* 

The Pow'r furvey'd the Troop, and gave command 
They fhould no longer in the Entry ftand. 
But be convey'd into Chimera's Tower, 
There to attend her Pleafure for an Hour* 

Soon as they entred, Appreherfion fhook 
The Fabrick : Fear was fixt on every Look a 
Old? Age find Poverty, Difeafe, Difgrace, 
3/yith horrid Grin, ftar'd full in every Face s 

Which 



Which made them, trembling at their unknown Fate 4 
Iffue in hafte ©ut by the poftern Gate, 

None waited out their Hour but only two^ 
Who had been wedded Fifteen Years ago. 
The Man had learned the World, and fixt his Mind J 
His Spoufe was chearfnl, beautiful and kind .* 
She neither fear'd the Shock, nor Phantom's Stare: 
She thought her Husband wife, and knew that he wastherej 
Now while the Court was fitting, my fair Guide 
Into a fine Elyfium me convey'd ; 
I faw or thought I faw the fpacious Fields 
Adorn'd with all proliflck Nature yields, 
Profufely rich, with her moft valu'd Store ; 
But as m' inchanted Fancy wander'd o'er 
The happy Plain, new Beauties feem'd to rife, 
The Fields were fled, and all was painted Skies* 
Pleas'd for a while, I wifh'd the former Scene ; 
Straight all return'd and eas'd me of my Pain. 
Again the flow'ry Meadows difappear, 
And Hills and Groves their ftately Summits rear; 
Thefe fink again, and rapid Rivers flow, 
Next from the Rivers Cities feem to grow. 

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$oittetime the fleeting Scene I had forgof, 
In bufie Thought intranc'd, with Pain I fought 
To know the hidden Charm, ftraight all was fled 
And boundlefs Heav'ns o s er boundlefs Ocean fpread s 
Impatient I obteft my noble Guide, 
Reveal this wond'rous Secret. She reply 9 d, 

We carried on what greatly we defignU, ^ 

When all thefe humane Follies you' refign'd, JL 

Ambition, Lux'ry, and a cov'tous Mind: 3 

Yet think not true C O N T E N T can thus be bought, 
^here's wanting ftill a Train of virtuous Thought. 

When me your Leader prudently you chofe 3 
And liftning to my Counfel, didft refufe 
Fantaftick Joys, your Soul was thus preparM 
For trup Content *, and thus I do reward 
Your gen'rous Toil. Obferve this wondrous Clime \ 
Of Nature's Bleffings here are hid the Prime : 
Bat wife and virtuous Thought in conftant Courfe, 
Mu ft draw thefe Beauties from, their hidden Source % 
The fmalleft Intermiffions will transform 
The pleafant $cene 3 and (foil eac& perfe$ CtaiB 



'Til 



*Tis ugly Vice will rob you of C O N T E N T, 
And to your View all hellifh Woes prefene„ 
Nor grudge the Care in Virtue you imploy a 
Your prefent Toil will prove your future Joy„ 
Then fmil*d fhe heav'nly fweet, and parting faid, 
Hold fait your virtuous Mind 3 of nothing be afrai'd,, 

A while the charming Voice fb fill'd my Ears 3 
I griev'd the divine Form no more appears* 
Then to confirm my yet unfteady Mind., 
Under a lonely Shadow I reclin'd, 
To try the Virtues of the Clime I fought: 
Then ftraight call'd up a Train of hideous Though^ 
Famine, and Blood, and Pellilence appear, 
Wild Shrieks and loud Laments difturb mine Ear | 
New Woes and Horrors did my Sight alarm, 
Envy and Hate compos'd the wretched Charm? 

Soon as I faw, I dropt the hateful View, 
And thus I fought paft Pleafures to renew. 
To heav'nly Love my Thoughts I next compofe, 
Then quick as Thought the following Sights difclofe | 

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Streams, Meadows, Grotto's, Groves, Birds carolling* 
Calmnefs, and template Warmth, and endlefs Springy 
A perfe£t Tranfcript of thefe upper Bowers, 
The Habitation of th a immortal Powers. 

Back to the Palace ravifhed I went, 
Refolved to refide with bleft CONTENT, 
Where all my fpecial Friends methought I met 3 
In Order 'mongft the beft of Mandind fet : 
My Soul with too much Pleafure overcharg'd, 
The captiv'd Senfes to their Poll enlarg'd : 
Lifting mine Eyes I view'd declining Day, 
Sprang from the Green, and homeward bent my Way 3 
Reflecting on that Hurry, Pain and Strife 
Which flow from falfe and real Ills of Life. 




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RIGHT and S A NVT, 

PASTORAL 

Oa the Death of 

Mr. Jofepb Addifon. 



WHAT gars thee look fa 
Chear up dull Fallow,! 



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fae dowf ? dear Sandy fay, 

take thy Reed and play 3 

My Apron Deary, or Tome wanton Tune 5 

Be merry. Lad, and keep thy Heart aboon. 

5 A JN D T. 

Na, na ! It winna do ! Leave me to mane 

This aught Days twice o'er telPd I'll whiftle nane a 

R I C H Y. 

Wow Man, that's unco' Tad, — is that ye'r Jo 

&as ta'en the Strunt ? — — - Or has Tome Bogle.bo 

Glowrin frae 'niang auld Waws gi'en ye a Fleg ? 

Or has foffle dawted Wedder broke his Leg ? 

E SAX2T. 



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S A N D r* 

Naithing like that, fie Troubles eith w,ere born, 

What'sBogles,— Wedders, or what'sM^'sScorn; 

Our Lofs is meikle mair, and paftRemeed, 
E&ie that played and fang fae fweet is dead. 

R I C H r. 

Dead, fayft thou ! Oh ! Had up my Heart O Van I 
Ye Gods ! What Laids ye lay on fecklefs Man I 
Alake therefore ! I canna wyt ye'r Wae, 
I'll bear ye Company for Year and Day, 
A better Lad ne'er Iean'd out o'er a Kent, 
Or hounded Coly o'er the moffy Bent ; 
Bly th at the Bught how aft ha' we three been 3 
Hartfome on Hills, and gay upon the Green, 
S A N D r. 

That's true indeed I But now thae Days are gane, 
And with him a' that's pleafant on the Plain. 
A Summer Day I never thought it lang 
To hear him make a Roundel or a Sang. 
How fweet he fung where Vines and Myrtles grow 3 
And wimpling Waters which in Laxium flow, 
Thry the Mcmtuan Herd wha langfinfyne 
Belt fung on aeten Reed the Lover's Pine, 



Had 



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Had he been to the fore now in our Days, 

Wi' Edie he had frankly dealt his Bays: 

As lang's the Warld (hall Amaryllis ken, 

His Rofamond (hall eccho thro' the Glen: 

While on Burn-Banks the yellow Gowan grows, 

Or wand'ring Lambs rin bleeting after Ews, 

His Fame (hall laft, laft (hall his Sang of Weirs, 

While Briujh Bairns brag of their bauld Forbears* 

We'll mickle mifs his blyth and witty Jell 

At Spaining Time,, or at our Lambmafs Feaft. 

O'&icfy, but 'tis hard that Death ay reaves 

Away the beft Fowck, and the ill anes leaves. 

Hing down ye'r Heads ye Hills, greet out ye'r Springs, 

Upon ye'r Edge na mair the Shepherd fings, 

MIGHT. 
, Then he had ay a good Advice to gi'e, 
And kend my Thoughts amaift as well as me j 
Had l been thowlefs, vext, or oughtlins four, 
He wad have made me blyth in haffan Hour, 
Had Rafie ta'en the Dorts, *— — or had the Tod 
Worry'd my Lamb, -— or were my Feet ill (hod, 
Kindly he'd laugh when fae he faw me dwine, 
And tauk of Happinefs like a Divine-. 



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Of flka Thing he had an unco 9 Skill, 
He kend be Moon Light how Tides ebb and fill: 
He kend What kend. he no? E'en to a Hair, 
He'd tell o'er night gin nieft Day wad be fair. 
BKrd JoH ye mind , wha fang in kittle Phrafe 3 
How the ill Sp'rit did the fir ft Mifchief raife 5 
Mony a Time beneath the auld $irk«tree 
What's bonny in that Sang he loot me fee. 
The Lafles aft flang down their Rakes and Pails, 
And held their Tongues, O itrange! to hear his Tales.- 
S A N D % 
Sound be his Sleep, and faft his Wak'ning be, 
He's in a better Cafe than thee or me 5 
He was o'er good for us, the Gods hae ta'en 
Their ain but back, -~ he was a borrow'd Len a 
Let us be good, gin Virtue be our Drift, 
Then may we yet forgether 'boon the Lift. 
But fee the Sheep are wyfing to the Cleugh, 
Thomas has loos'd his Oufen frae the Pleughj 
Mag0 be this has beuk the Supper Scones, 
And nuckle Ky ftand rowting on the Lones y 
Come Ricky let us trufs and hame o'er bend, 
And make the belt of what we canna mend 



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AN 

EXPLANATION 

O F 

RICHVmd SANDY. 

25/ Mr.. Bur che T. 

K I C H t 

WHAT makes thee look To fad ? Dear Sandy fay, 
Roufe'up dull Fellow, take thy Reed and play 
A merry Jig, or try fome other Art, . 
To raife thy Spirits, and cheer up thy Heart* 
S A N D r. 
No, no, it will not 4o \ leave me to moan % 
Till twice eight Days are paft I'll whittle none. 

r i c h r. 

That's ftrange indeed ! Has Jenny made the fad I 
Or, tell me, hath fome horrid Speclre, Lad, 
(Glaring from Ruins old, in filent Night) y 

Surpriz*d, and put thee in a panic Fright? > 

Or ails that Wedder ought^ thy Favourite? ^ 

S A N D T 



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S A N D r> 

Such Troubles might with much more Eafe be born ; 
What's Goblins, Wedders, or what's Woman's Scorn ? 
Our Lofs is greater far j for Mdfs dead; 
Jlddy, who fang Co fweetly on the Mead. 

R 1 C H r. 

Dead is he, fay'il thou ? Guard my Heart, oh Pan / 
What Burthens, Gods, ye lay on feeble Man ! 
Alack I cannot blame thee for thy Grief; 
Nor hope I, more than thou, to find Relief, 
A better Lad ne'er lean'd on Shepherd's Crook, 
Nor after Game halloo'd his Dog to look. 
How glad where E.ws give Milk have we three beea 3 
Merry on Hills, and gay upon the Green ! 
S A N D T. 
That's true indeed ; but now, alas ! in vain 
We feek for Pleafure on the rural Plain : 
I never thought a Summer's Day too long 
To hear hi? Couplets, or his tunefull Song. 
How fweet he fang where Vines and Myrtles grow 3 
And winding Streams which in old Latium flow \ 
Titry, the Mantuan Herd, who long ago 
Sang bcft on oaien Reed the Lovers Woe, 



Did 



E 1*7 3 

Did he, famM Bard, but live in thefe our Days 3 

He would with Addy freely fhare his Bays* 

As long as Shepherds Amaryllis hear, 

So long his Rofamond fhall pleafe the Ear* 

While fpangled Daifie near the Riv'let grows, 

And tender Lambs feek after bleating EwSj 

His Fame fhall la ft : Laft fhall his Song of Wars, 

While Britijh Youngfters boaft of Anceftors* 

Much fhall we mifs his merry witty jefts 

At weaning Times, and at our Lambmafs Feafts* 

Oh Richy ! Ricby I Death hath been unkind 

To take the Good, and leave the 111 behind, 

Bow down your Heads, ye Hills, weep dry your Springs, 

For on their Banks no more the Shepherd fings, 

RIGHT. 

Then he had always good Advice to give, 
And could my Thoughts, like as my felf, conceive. 
When Fve been drooping, vex'd, or in the Spleen, 
In one half Hour with him I've merry been* 
Had Jenny froward been, ovRaynard. bold 
Worry'd my Lamb, or were my Shoes grown old: 
Kindly he'd fmile, when he obferv'd me grieve, 

And by his Talk divine my Breaft relieve* 

Addy 



c m i 

j&ddy did all Things to Perfection know ; 
Saw by the Moon how Tides would ebb or flowi 
He knew, what knew he not ? E'en to a Hair 
He'd tell o'er Night if next Day would be fair. 
The Fatn'd blind Bard fang in myfterious PJirafe 
How envious Satan did firft Mifchief raife; 
But oft beneath the well-fpread Birchen-Tree 
The Beauties of that Song he made me fee. 
The Laffes oft flung down their Rakes and Pails, 
And held their Tongues, Oh ftrange! to hear his Tales, 
S A N D T. 
Sound be his Sleep, and foft his Waking be ; 
"More happy is he far than thee or me ; 
Too good he was for us ; the Gods but lent 
Him here below, when hither he was fenfc 
Let us be good, if Virtue be our Aim, 
Then we may meet above the Skies again. 
But fee how tow'rds the Glade the Failings go ; 
Thomas hath ta'en the Oxen from the Plough 5 
Joan hath prepar'd the Supper 'gainft we come, 
And late calf'd Cows ftand lowing near their Home 5 
Then let's have done, an4 to our Reft repair, 
And what we cannot help, with Patience bear. J 






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T O 

Mr. Allan Ramsay 

O N H I S 

RICHY and SANDY. 

WE11 fare thee, Allan, who, in Mother Tongue, 
So fweetly hath of breathlefs Addy fung. 
His endlefs Fame thy nat'ral Genius fir'd, 
And thou haft written as if he infpird. 
Ricby and Sandy, who do him furvive, 
Long as thy rural Stanza's laft, fhall live.' 
The grateful Swains thou'ft made, in tuneful Verfe, 
Mourn fadly o'er their late — rr? loft Patron's Herfe, 
Nor would the Mantuan Bard, if living, blame 
Thy pious Zeal, or think thou'ft hurt his Fame, 
Since Addifon's inimitable Lays 
Give him an equal Title to the Bays, 
When he of Armies fang, in lofty Strains, 
It feem'd as if he in the hoftile Plains 

Had 



C 170 3 

Had prefent been. His Pen hath to the Life 
Trac'd ev'ry Aftion in the fanguine Strife* 
In Council now fedate the Chief appears, 
Then loudly thunders in Bavarian Ears ; 
And ftill purfuing the deftruaive Themf, 
He pufhes them into the rapid Stream. 
Thus beaten out of Blenheim's neighb'ring Fields, 
The Gallic Gen'ral to the Victor yields \ 
Who, as Britannia^ Virgil hath obferv'd, 
From threatn'd Fate all Europe then preferv'do 

Nor dott thou, Ramfay, fightlefs Milton wrong 
By ought contain'd in thy melodious Song ; 
For none but Addy could his Thoughts fublime . 
So well unriddle or his myftick Rhime. 
And when he deigned to let his Fancy rove 
Where Sun-burnt Shepherds to the Nymphs make Love, 
No one e'er told in fofter Notes the Tales 
Of rural Pleafures in the fpangled Vales. 

So much, Oh Allan I I thy Lines revere., 
Such Veneration to his Mem'ry bear, 
That I no longer could my Thanks refrain 
For what thou'I* fung of the lamented Swain.* 

J. BURCHET 



C 171 3 

T O 
JOSIAH BURCHET, Efq\ 

THirfting foa Fame, at the Pierian Spring 
The Poet takes a Waught, then feys to fing 
Nature, and with the rentier! View to hit 
Her bonny Side with bauldeft Turns of Wit. 
Streams Aide in Verfe, in Verfe the Mountains rife, 
When Earth turns toorn he rumages thy Skies, 
Mounts up beyond them, paints the Fields of Reft, 
Doups down to vifit ilka Laigh-land Ghaift. 
O hartfome Labour ! Wordy Time and Pains, 
That frae the Beft Eireem and Friendfhip gains ; 
Be that my Luck, and let the greedy Bike 
Stock job the Warld among them as they like. 

la blyth braid Scots allow me, Sir, to (haw 
My Gratitude, but Fleetching or a Flaw. 
May Rowtho' Pleafures light upon ye lang, 
Till to the bleft Eiyfian Bowers ye gang 5 C 

Jffha*Ve dapt my Head fae brawly for my Sang. S 

When 



I 172 ] 

When honour'd Burcbet and his Maiks are pleas'd 
With my Corn-pipe, up to the Starns I'm heez'd 5 
Whence far I glowr to the Fag-end of Time, 
And view the Warld delighted wl* my Rhime : 
That when the Pride of fprufo new Words are laid, 
I [ike the Claffick Authors mall be read. 
Stand yont, proud C\ar > I widna niffer Fame 
With thee, for a' thy Furs and panghty Name. 

If fie great Ferlies, Sir, my Mufe can do, 
As fpln a three-plait Praife where it is due, 
Frae me there's nane deferves it mair than'you,. 
Frae me ! Frae ilka ane *, for fure a Breaft 
Sae gen rous is of *' that's good poffeft. 
Till I can ferve ye mair, I'll with ye weelJ, 
And aft in fparkling Claret drink your Heal : 
Minding the Mem'ry of the great andgood 
Sweet AUifon, the Wale of humane Blood, 
Wha fell, (as Horace anes faid to his Billy) 
■Pute flebzlior quam tibi> VirglVu 

SIR, 

TourS) &c» 

A. Ra»ia?> 



C 171 3 

@.@®@® ®@®«f®® €*®#®®@®@#$® 



Familiar Eptftles 

BETWEEN 

W-H—zndA~R~~. 




EPISTLE I. 
HT— .. H to 4-r:- K I 

Gilbert field June 26th, 1719. 
Fam'd and'celebrated ALLAN! 
Renowned RAMSAT, canty Callan, 
There's nowther Highland man norLawlan* 
In PO ETRIE, 
But may as foon ding down TamtaUan 

As mateh wi\ Thesl 

For ten Times ten, and that's a hunder, 
I ha'e been made to gaze and wonder, 
When frae Paruajfin thou didft thunder 

W? Wit an SkiB a 

Wherefore I'll foberly knock under, 

Ani %ua* my guiB, 

A Of 



E 174 1 

OfPOETRY the hale Quinteffence 
Thou has fuck'd up, left nae Excrefcence 
To petty Poets, or fie Mefiens, 

Tho round thy Stool 
They may pick Crumbs, and lear fome Leflbns 

At RAMSAY'; Scbeoh 

Tho B E N and D R TD E N of renown 
Were yet alive, in London Town, 
Like Kings contending for a Crown ; 

'Ttoad be a Tingle, 
Whilk 0' you three wad gar Words found 

And be(i togingUi 

Transform^ may I be to a Rat, 
Wer't in my Pow'r but I'd creat 
Thee upo' fight the Laureat 

Of this our Age, 
Since thou may'ft fairly claim to that 

As thy jufl Wage. 

Let modern POETS bear the Blame 
Gin they refpea not RAMS AT' s Name, 
Wha foon can gar them greet for Shame, 

To their great Lofs ; 
And fend them a* right fnaking hame 

Be weeping Crofsi 



Wha 



C i75 D 

Wha bourds wi' thee had need be warry, 
And lear wi' Skill thy Thru ft to parry, 
When thou confults thy Dictionary 

Of ancient WordSj 
Which come frae thy poetick Quarry, 

As Jbarp as Swords. 

Now tho phould baith reell and rottle, 
And be as light as AR1STOTL E, 
At Edinburgh we fall ha'e a Bottle 

Of naming Claret, 
Gin that my haff-pay Siller Shottle 

Can fafeljr fpare it. 

At Crambo then we'll rack our Brain, 
Drown ilk dull Care and aking Pain, 
Whilk aften does our Spirits drain 

Of true Content ; 
Wow, Wow ! but we's be wonder fain, 

When thus acquaint. 

V?V Wine we'll gargarize our Craig, 
Then enter in a lafting League 
Free of 111 Afpeft or Intrigue, 

And gin you pleafe h % 
l-ikjp Princes when met at the Hague, 

We'll folemnitf iu 
As 



Accept 



c m i 

Accept of this, and look upon it 
With Favour, tho' poor I have done it % 
Sie I conclude and end my Sonnet, 

Who am mofl fully t 
IWhile I do wear a Hat or Bonnet, 

Tours — wanton WILLY. 

TOSTSCRITT. 

BY this my Poftfcript I incline 
To let you ken my hale-Defign 
Of fie a lang imperfect Line, 

Lyes in this Sentence] 
To cultivate my dull Ingine 

By your Acquaintance* 

Your Anfwer therefore I expeft, 
And to your Friend yon may direft, 
At ■f'Gi&ertfielA do not negteft 

When you have Leifurc] 
Which Til embrace with great Refpeft 

And perfett Pkafure* 

AN- 

I N 'gfc Glqfciw, 



C 177 1 



ANSWER I. 

t 

A R— -— to W- — H . 

Edinburgh, July ioth, 1 7 19. 

£1 ON S' fa me ! witty, wanton W I L LT 9 
^S Gin blyth I was na as a Filly ; 
Mot a fow Pint, nor (hort bought Gilly, 

Or Wine that's better 9 
Cou'd pleafe fae meikle, my dear Billy, 

As thy kind Letter. 

Before a Lord and eek a Knight, 
In Goffy D iVs be Candle-light, 
There firft I faw't, and ca'd it right; 

And the mat ft feck 
^ha's feen't finfyne, they ca'd as tight 

As that o«H£CK; 

Ha, heh ! thought I, I canna fay 
But I may cock my Nofe the Day, 
When HA Ml L T N the bauld and gay, 

Lends we a Heety 
In Verfe that Aides fae fmooth away, 

Well teWi ani eafy, 

Sfti 



C 178 3 

Sae roos'd by ane of well kend Mettle, ; 
Nae fma did my Ambition pettle ; 
My canker'd Criticks it will nettle, 

And e'en Jae be't s 
This otolith I'm fure I winna fettle, 

Sae proud Tm vfiu 

When I begoud firft to cun Verfe, ' 
And cou'd your f Ardry Whins rehearfe, 
Where Bonny Heck ran faft and fierce, 

/* To&rpid my Breafl ; 

Then Emulatipn did me pierce, 

Wkilk fince ne'er ceafi< 

May I be licket wi* a Bitle, 
Gin of your Numbers I think little 3 
Ye're never rugget, ihan, nor kittle, 

But blyth andgahby y 
And hit the Spirit to a Title, 

OfStandartHABBY. 

Ye'll quat your Quill ! that were ill-willy, 
Ye's ling fome mair yet, nil] ye will ye 5 
O'er meikle Haining wad but fpill ye, 

And gar ye four , 
Then up and war them a' yet, W1LLT, 

'Tis in your Power. 



T* 



t The bft Wwds of $wny Jieeh, tf which he was Author 



C 179 ] 

To knit up Dollers in a Clout, 
And then to card them round about, 
Syne to tell up, they downa lout 

To lift the Gear ; 
The Malifon lights on that Rout, 

Is plain and dear. 

The Chiels of London, Cam and Ox, 
Hae rais'd up great Poetick Stocks 
Of Rapes, of Buckets, Sarks and Loch, 

While -me negleB 
To fhaw their betters* This provokes 

Me to reflect 

On the lear'd Days of G A WN D UNK ELL 9 
Our Country then a Tale cou'd tell, 
Europe had nane mair fnack and fnell 

At Verfe or Profe; 
Our KINGS were POETS too themfell, 
Bauld and jocofe. 

To Edinburgh, Sir, when e'er ye come, / 

I'll wait upon ye, there's my Thumb, 
Were't frae the Gill-bells to the Drum, 

And take a Bout, 
And faith I hope we'll not fit dumb, 

Nor yet casj out, 

epistle 



C 1 80 3 






EPISTLE II. 

^— ~» H~ >- to A~-~« R- 

Gilbertfield, July 24th, 17 19. 



D*ot Ramsay, 

WHENI receiv'd thy kind Epiftle, 
It made me dance, and fing, and whiftle ; 
O fie a Fyke, and fie a FifUe 

/ bad about it ! 
That e'er was Knight of the SCOTS Thiftle 
Sae fain^ I doubted* 

The bonny Lines therein thou fent me, 
How to the Nines they did content me; 
Tho', Sir, fae high to compliment me, 

Te might defer* & 9 

For had ye but haiFwell a kent me, 

Some kfs vsad fer*d* 



With 



t i8r 3 

With joyfou 1 Heart beyond Expreffion 3 
They're fafely now in my Poffcffions 

gin I were a Winter- Seffion 

Near by thy Lodgings 
I'd clofs attend thy new Profefiion, 

Without e'er budging, 

In even down earner}, there's but few 
To vie with £ A MSA T y dare avow 
In Verfe ; for to gi 5 e thee thy due, 

And without jleetcbingi 
Them's better a£ that Trade, I trow, 

Than fame's at peaching* 

For my Partj till Fm better leart, 
To troke with thee I'd belt forbear't 5 
For an 5 the Fouk of Edinburgh hear'r, 

They'll aC me daft, 
I'm unco 5 trie and Dirt feart 

/ make vorarg WafU 

Thy Verfes nice as ever nicker, 
Made me as canty as a Cricket 5 

1 ergh to reply, left I ftick if, 

Syne like a Co of 
I look, or ane whofe Poutch is picket 

As bars-s my Zooff 3 



Um 



C 18a 2 

Heh Winfom! How thy fa ft fweet Stile, 
And bonny auld Words gars me fmile ; 
Thou's travel'd fure mony a Mile 

Wi 3 Charge and Coft, 
To learn them thus keep Rank and File, 

And ken their Posl* 

For I maun tell thee, honeft A L L I J?, 
I ufe the Freedom fo to call thee, 
I think them a' fae bra and walie, 

And infic Order, 
I wad nae care to be thy Vallie, 

Or thy Recorder, 

Has thou with Rofycrucians wandert ? 
Or thro> fome doncie Defart danert ? 
That with thy Magick, Town and Landart 3 

For ought 1 fee, 
Maun a' come truckle to thy Standart 

Of POETKIB. 

Do not miftake me, deareft Heart, 
As if I charg'd thee with black Art 5 
'Tis thy good Genius ft ill alart, 

' That does infpire 
Thee with ilk Thing that's quick and fmart, 
To thy .Defirs. 



&S% 



E iS 3 l 

E'en mony a bonny knacky Tale, 
Bra to fet o'er a Pint of Ale : 
For Fifty Guineas I'll find Bail 

Again ft a Bodle , 
That I wad quat ilk Day a Male, 

For fie a No He, 

And on Condition I were as gabby 
As either thee, or honeft HABBT, 
That I lin'd a' thy Claes wi' Tabby, 

Or Velvet Mufb, 
And then thou'd be fae far frae fhabby, j 

Tkou'A look right fprujh. 

What tho young empty airy Sparks 
May have their critical Remarks 
On thir my blyth diverting Warks ; 

*Tis fma V resumption 
To fay, they're but unlearned Clarks, 

Ani wants the Gumption* 

Let Coxcomb Criticks get a Tether 
To ty up. a' their lang locfe Lether; 
If they and I chance to forgether, 

The. tane may rue it y 
For an they winna had their Blether, 

7 kefs get a Flewet* 

P a X© 



C 184 3 

To learn them for to peep and pry 
In fecret Drolls 'twixt thee and I ; 
Pray dip thy Pen in Wrath, and cry, 

And ccC them Skellums, 

I'm fure thou needs fet little by 

To bide their Bellums. Adieiu 

POSTSCRIPT. 

\SJV Writing I'm fo bleirt and doited,' 

Tha,t when I raife, in Troth I ftoited 5 
I thought X fhou'd turn capernoited, 

For rw' a Girdy 
Upon my Bum I fairly cloited 

On the cold Eard* 

Which did oblige a little Dumple 
Upon my Dou'p, clofe by my Rumple: 
But had ye feen how I did trumple, 

Te'd fplityour Side, 
Wi s mony a lang and weary Wimple, 

Zike Troch of Clyde.. 



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QQ0 QQ9QQQQQQQQG QQ.QQQQ QQQ 

ANSWER II. 

# 

^....-. R....... to ^-— ~ H- 

Edinburgh, Augufl 4th, 1719. 

DEAR HAMlLTON^eW turn me Dyver, 
My M U S E fae bonny ye deleave her 5 
Ye blaw her fae, I'm fear'd ye rive her, 

For wP a W]rid 3 
Gin ony higher up ye drive her, 

She'll rin red- wood, 

Said I. « Whifht, quoth the vougy Jade, 

Cc WILLI AM'sa. wife judicious Lad, 
" Has Havins mair than e'er ye had, 

" IU bred Bog.ftater; 
3 But me ye ne'er fae croufe had craw'd, 

^e poor ScuU-thacler* 



cc 



« c It fets you well indeed to gadge » ■ 
" E'er It' A P POLO did ye cadge, 
J e And got ye on his Honour's Badge, 

" Ungmtefou Beat!, 
?_ AGlafgow Capon and a Fadge 

« T c tbwght a Feaft. 

«! Swith 



C 185 3 

e£ Swith to CASTALIUS Fountain Brink, 
" Dad down a Groufj and take a Drink, 
" Syne whisk out Paper, Pen and Ink, 

" And do my Bidding | 
ec Be thankfou, elfe Ffe gar ye ftink 

« Tet on a Midding^ 

My Miftrefs dear, your Servant humble 3 
Said I, I fhou'd be laith to drumble 
Your Paflions, or e'er gar ye grumble, \ 

*Tis ne'r be me > 
Shall fcandalize, or fay ye bummil 

Tvr FOETRIB. 

Frae what I've tell'd, my Friend may learn 
How fadly I ha'e been forfairn, 
I'd better been a yont Side Kazru- 

'O-tnount, I trow ; 
I've kifs'd the Taz like a good Bairn, 

Now, Sir to you. 

Heal be your Heart, gay couthy Carle, 
Lang may ye help to toom a Barrel ; 
Be thy Crown ay unclowr'd in Quarrel, 

When thou inclines 
To knoit thrawn gabbet Sumphs that fnarl 

At our {rani Lines* 



Ilk 



I 187 3 

Ilk good Chiel fays ye're well worth Gowd, 
And Blythnefs on ye's well bdlow'd, 
Mang witty SCOTS ye'r Names be row'd, 

Ne'er Fame to tine ; 
The crooked Clinkers fhail be cow'd, 

But je JhaU jh'rne. 

Set out the burnt Side of your Shin, 
For Pride in POETSisnae Sin, 
Glory's the Prize for which they rin, 

And Fame's their Jo 5 
And wha blaws belt, the Horn fha!! win," 

And wkarefore w» 

Quifquis VQcablt nos Vainglorious, 
Shaw fcanter Skill than malos mores, 
Multi £5" magni Men before us 

Did Hump and f wager, 
Probatum efl y exemplum Horace 

Was a bauld Br agger. 

Then let the Doofarts fafifd wi' Spleen, 

Caft up the wrang Side of their Een, 
Pegh, fry, and gira wi* Spite and Teen, 

Andfaafyting, 
Laugh, for £he lively Lads will fcreen 

Us frae Backbiting, 



Z 188 j 

If that the Gypftes dinna fpung us, 
And foreign Whiskers h'ae na dung us 5 
G^n I can fnifcer thro' Mundungus, 

W't* Boots and Belt o% 3 
I hope to fee you at St. Mungos 

Atween and Bsltan, 



. >s-Va>y i'* * 'I 






EPISTLE III. 

If—. - H- — to >4 R —. 

Gilbert/eld Aaguil 24th, 17 19. 

ACCEPT my third and lait Effay 
Of rural Rhyme, I humbly pray* 
Bright * A M $ A T , and altho it may 

Seem doilt and donfie $ 
Yet thrice of all Things, I heird fay, 

Was ay thought fonfie 9 

Wherefore I fcarce cou'd fleep or {lumber. 
Till I made up that happy Number, 
The Pleafure counterpoised the Cumber, 
In ev*ry Tart y 

'And fnoov't away like three Hand Omber, 
Sixpence a Cart* 



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C 185 J 

Of thy laft Poem, bearing Date? 
Auguji the Fourth, I grant Receipt $ 
It was fae bra, gart me look blate, 

i Malft tyne tny Senfes 2 
And look juft like poor Country Kate, 

In Lucky SpenceV.J 

f I fhaw'd it to our Parifh PriefV; 
Wha was as blyth as gi'm a Feaft ; 
He fays, " Thou may had up thy Creeft,' 

" And craw fu croufs] 
cc The Poets a' to thee's but Jeft, 

« e Not worth a Souce, 

Thy blyth and cheerfV merry Mufe 3 
Of Complements is fae profufej 
For my good Haivens dis me roofe 

Sae very finely^ 

It were ill Breeding £o refuI * 3 

To thank hsr lin&lyl 

What tho fometimes in aagry Mood ? 
When ffie puts on her Barlickhood, 
Hjr Diakft feem rough and rude 5 

Let's ne'er befiee>t} 
But take our Bit 3 when it is good, 

And Buffst roPu 



j?©r 



C 190 3 

For gin we ettle anes to taunt her, 
And dinna calmly thole her Banter, 
She'll take the Flings \ Verfe may grow fcanter, 

Syne vo? great Shame 
We'll rue the Day that we do want her, 

Then who's to blame ? 

But let us ftill her Kindnefs culzie, 
And wi' her never breed a Toulzie, 
For we'll bring affbut little Spulzie 

In fie a Barter ; 
And ilie'll be fair to gar us fulzie, 

•And cry for Quartet* 

Sae little worth's my rhyming Ware, 
My Pack 1 Fcarce dare apen mair, 
Till I take better wi' the Lair, 

My Verts fae blunted 5 
And a* for Fear I file the Fair, 

And be affronted. 

The dull Draff-Drink makes me fae dowfF, , 
A* I can do's but bark and yowfF; 
Yet fet me in a Claret Howfr, 

Wi* Fowk that's chancy^ 
MyMVSE may len me then a Gowff 

Tq fkar my Fancy* 



mi 



C Hi D 

Then BACCHUS like I'd bauland bluffer, 
And a'theMUSES 'bout me mufter ; 
Sae merrily I'd fqueeze the Clufter, 

And drink the Grape, 
3 Twad gi* my Verfe a brighter Luftre, 

And better Shape* 

The Pow'rs aboon be ftill aufpicious 
To thy Atchievments maift delicious, 
Thy Poems fweet, and nae Way vicious, 

But blyth and canny y 
To fee, I'm anxious and ambitious, 

Thy Mifcellany. 

A' Bleffings RAMS AT on the row, 
Lang may thou live, and thrive, and dow, 
Until thou claw an auld Man's Pow ; 

Andy thro' thy Creed, 
Be keeped frae the Wirricow, 

After thou's dead. Amen* 






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>S&& iisssay tfasssy yssssv «jssss; waassw 5 * 



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WMMm^MMmmmmmmmmm 



ANSWER III. 

A-.- R to W- — H~« 

Edinburgh, September 2d, 1719* 



My Trujiy Trojan 3 



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1HY laftORATlON orthodox. 
Thy Innocent auldfarran Jokes, 



And fonfie Saw of Three, provokes 

Me anes again % 

Tod Lowrie like to loofe my Pocks, 

And pump my Brain, 

By a s your Letters I ha s e red, 
I eithly fcan the Man well bred, 
And Sodger wha for Honour's Bed 

Has ventured bauJd J 
Wha now to Youngfters leaves the Yed 

To 'tend bis Fald. 



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That Bang 3 rrer Billy CESAR JUZ% 
Wha at Thar f alia wan the Tooly, 
Had better fped, had he mair hooly 

Scamper d. thro* Zzfe, 
And 'midft his Glories iheath'd his Gooly, 

And tefs'd his Wife* 

Had he like you, as well he cou*4, 
Upon Burn Banks the MUSES woo'd, 
Retir'd betimes frae s mang the Crowd, 

Who'd been aboon him 2 
The Senate^ Durks, and Fa£Hon loud, ; 

Had ne'er undone him* 

Yet fometimes leave the Rigs and Bog, 
Your Howms, and Braes, and fhady Scrog, 
And helm-a-lee the Claret-cog, 

To clear your Wit 5 
Be blyth 5 and let the Warld e'en fhog, 

As it thinks fit. 

Ne'er fafh about your nieft Year's State, 
Nor with fuperior Powers debate, 
Nor Cantrapes caft to ken your Fate' ; 

There's Ills anew 
To cram our Days a which foon grow late, 

Z#V I'm \ufl now a 



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When Northern Blafts the Oceans fnurl,! 
And gars the Heights and Hows look gurl, 
Then Left about the Bumper whirl, 

And toom the Horn, 
Grip fail the Hours which hafty hurl, 

The Mom's the Morn. 

Thus to LEUCONOE fang fweet FLACCUS, 
Wha nane e'er thought a GiBygacus, 
And why Ihould we let Whimfies bauk us, 

When Joy's in Seafon, 
And thole fae aft the Spleen to whauk us 

Out of Our Reafon. 

Tho I were Laird of Tenfcore Acres, 
Noding to Jouks of Hallenfhakers, 
Yet cru(h s d wi' Humdrums, which the Weakens 

Contentment mines, 
I'd rather rooft wi* Caufey-Rakers, 

Andfup caul A Sowens* 

I think, my Friend, an Fowk can get 
A Doll of roll Beef pypin het, 
And wi' red Wine their Wyfon wet, 

And Cleathing cUan f 
;And be nae fick or drown'd in Debt, 

The/re no to mean. 



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•I red this Verfe to my ain Kimmef, 
Wha kens I like a Leg of Gimmer, 
Or fie and fie good Belly Timmer ; 

Quoth foe, andleugh, 
? Sicker of thae Winter and Simmer, 

" Te're well enough* 

My hearty Gofs, there is nae help, 
But Hand to Nive we twa maun fcelp 
Up Rhine and Thames, and o'er the jilp- 

pines and Pyrenians, 
The chearfou Carles do fae yelp 

To ha*e us their Minions, 

Thy raffan rural Rhyme fa rare, 
Sic wordy, wanton, harid-wal'd Ware, 
Sae ga(h, and gay, gars Fowk gae gare, 

To ba'e them by them, 
Tho gaffin they wi' Sides fae fair, 

Cry, — — • fWaegae by him • 

Fair fa that Sodger did invent 
To eafe the POETS Toil wi" Print; 
Now, WILLIAM wi' maun to the Bent, 

And poufe our Fortune , 
ftn4 srack wF Lads wha're well content 

r 

Wp this our Sorting* 



Gin coy fowr mou J d girning Bucky 
Ca* me conceity keckling Chucky, 
That we like Nags, whafe Necks are yucky," 

Ha'e us'd our Teeth s 

FlI anfwer fine, f Gae kifs ye'r Lucky 

" She dwells V Leith, 

I ne'er wi* lang Tales fafh my Head, 
But when I fpeak, I fpeak indeed ; 
Wha ca's me droll, but ony Feed, 

I'll own I am fae, 
And while my Champers can chew Bread, 

Tours— ALAN RAMSAY. 




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EPISTLE 

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JF- #. :, 

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The receiving the Compliment of a Barrel 
of Loch-fyne Herrings from him 3 
19 th December, 1719. 

YOur Herrings, Sir, came hale and feer^ 
In healfome Brine a' foumin, 
Fu 9 fat they are, and gufty Gear 
As e'er I laid my Thumb on : 
Bra' fappy Fi(h 
As ane cou'd wifto j 

To clap on Fadge or Scon ; 

They relifli fine 
Good Claret Wine, 

That gars our Cares ftand yon. 

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Right mony Gabs wP them ftiall gang 

About MM Reety's Ingle, 
When kedgy Carles think nae lang, 

Where Stowps and Trunchers gingle § 
Then my Friend leal 
We tofs ye'r Heal, 

And mib bald Brag advance, 

What's hoorded in' 
Lochs Broom and Fyne. 

Might ding the Stocks of France, 

£ Jelly Sum to carry on 

A FISHERY'sdefign'd, 

Twa Millions good of Sterling Pounds 

By Men of Money's fign'd. 

Had ye but feen 
How unco' keen 

ftnd thrang they were about it, 

That we are bald 3 
Right rich and aid: 

Iferran ye ne'er wad deubted a 



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Now, now I hope we'll ding the Dutch 

As fine as a round Robin, 
Gin Greedinefs to grow foon rich 

Invites not to Stock- jobbing : 

That poor bofs Shade 
Of finking Trade, 

And Weather-Glafs politick, 

Which heaves and fetsj 
As Publick gets 

A Heezy, or a wee Kick. 

Fy, fy ! But yet I hope 'tis daft 

To fear that Trick come hither 3 
Na, we're aboon that dirty Craft 

Of biting anc anither. 

The Subjea rich 
Will gi' a Hitch 

T' increafe the Publick Gear, 

When on our Seas, 
Like bify Bees 3 

Ten thoufand Fifiiers fleer* 



Could 



Could we catch the united Sholes 

That crowd the Weftern Ocean, 

The Iniias wad prove hungry Holes, 

Compar'd to this our Gojben : 

Then let's to wark 
With Net and Bark a 
Them fi(h and faithfu' cure up ; 
Gin fae we join, 
We'll cleek in Coin 
Frae a' thp Ports of Europe, 

Xhanks t'ye Captain for this Swatch 

Of our Store, and your Favour ; 
Gin I be fpar'd, your Love to match 

Shall ftill be my Endeavour. 

Next unto you, 
My Service due, 

Pleafe gi'e to Matthew Cumln y 

Wha with fair Heart 
Has play'd his Part 3 

Jlnd fent them true and trim in. 

SIR, 

Tours 9 &c« 



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<PJT IE and ROGER: 

PASTORAL 

Infcrib'd to 

JOSIAH BURCHET jEfqy 

Secretary of the Admiralty 

TH E nipping Frofts and driving Sna* 
Are o'er the Hills and far awa 5 
Bauld Boreas fleeps^ the Zephyns blaw, 

And ilka Thing 
Sae dainty, youthfou, gay and bra* 

Invites to [\ng 9 

Then let's begin by greek of Day 3 

Kind MUSE skiff to the Bent away, 

To try anes mair the Landart Lay, 

With a. thy Speed, 

Since BURcHET awns that thou can play 

Upon the Reed-, 

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Anes, anes again beneath fome Tree 
Exert thy Skill and nat'ral Glee 
To him wha has fae courteoufly. 

To weaker Sight 
Set thefe rude Sonnets fung by me 

In true SI Light, 

In trueft Light may a' that's fine 
In his fair Character ftill fhine, 
Sma' need he has of Sangs like mine, 

To best his Name ; 
For frae the North to Southren Line, 

Wiie gangs his Fame e 

His Fame, which ever (hall abide, 
While HiiFries tell of Tyrants Pride, 
Wha vainly tave upon the Tide 

T invade thefe lands 
Where Briton's Royal Fleet doth ride, 

Which ftiU commands, 

Thefe doughty Actions frae his Pen, 
Our Age, and thefe to come, fhall ken, 
How ftubborn Navies did contend 

Upon the Wave$ $ 
"Pow free-born Britons faught like Men, 

Their Faes like Slaves. 



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Sae far infcribing, Sir, to you, 
This Country Sang my Fancy flew 
Keen your juft Merit to purfue; 

But ah ! I fear 
In giving Praifes that are due 

I grate your Ear, 

Yet tent a P O E T's zealous Pray'r ; 
May Powers aboon with kindly Care, 
Grant you a lang and mikle Skair 

Of a that's Good, 
Till unto langeft Life and mair 

Tou've healthfou Hood, 

May never Cares your Ble/Tmg fowjr, 
And may the MUSES ilka Hour 
Improve your Mind, and haunt your Bower, 

Vm hut a CaUan : 
Yot may I pleafe ye while I'm your 

JDevouted ALLAN, 



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2ATIE 



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P a t 1 e and Roger. 



BEneath the South-fide of a Craigy Bield, 
Where a clear Spring did healfome Water yield 
Twa youthfou Shepherds on the Go wans lay, 
Tenting their Flocks ae bonny Morn of May: 
Poor Roger gran'd till hollow Echoes rang, 
While merry Pane humm'd himfell a Sang : 
Then turning to his Friend in blythfome Mood, 
Quoth he, how does this Sunfliine chear ray Blood? 
How hartfome is 9 t to fee the rifing Plants ? 
To hear the Burds chirm o ? er their Morning Rants ? 
How tofie is't to fnuffthe cauller Air, 
And a' the Sweets it bears, when void of Care ? 
I What ails thee, Roger, then ? What gars the grane ? 
Tell me the Caufe of thy ill feafon'd Pain. 

ROGER. 

O Pane Pm born to unlucky Fate! 
I'm tan to flriye with Hardfhips dire and great; 

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i Tempefts may ceafe to jaw the rowan Flood, 

i Corbies and Tods to grein for Lambkins Blood s 
But 1 oppreft with never ending Grief, 
Maun ay defpair of lighting on Relief. 

P At I E. 

The Bees (hall loath the Flower and quat the Hive, 
The Saughs on boggie Ground fhall ceafe to thrive^ 
E'er fcornfou Queans, or Lofs of warldly Gear, 
Shall fpiil my Reft, or ever force a Tear. 

ROGER. 

Sae might I fay, but its no eafy done 
By ane wha's Saul is fadly out o* Tune: 
You have fae faft a Voice and Aid a Tongue, 
You are the Darling of baith auld and young;: 
If I but ettle at a Sang, or fpeak, 
They dit their Lugs, fyn up their Leglens cleek, 
And jeer me hameward frae the Loan or Bought, 
While I'm confus'd with mony a vexing Thoughts 
Yet I am tall, and as well fhap'd as thee, 
Nor mair unlikly to 4 LaiTe's Eye ; 
For ilka Sheep ye have I'll number ten, 
4nd (hou'd, as an.e might think, come farrer btn: 



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F At I E. 

But ablins, Nibour, ye have not a Heart, ] \ 
Nor downa eithly wi' your Cunzie part : 
If that be true, what fignifies your Gear ? 
A Mind that's fcrimpit never wants fome Care. 

ROGER. 

My Byar tumbled, Nine braw Nowt were fit?oor*d a 
Three Eif-ftot were, yet I thefe Ills endur'd. 
In Winter laft my Cares were very fma a 
Tho Scores of Wathers perifh*4 in the Sna* 

p a r i e. 

Were your been Rooms as thinly ftock'd as mine 3 
Lefs you wad lofs, and lefs you wad repine ; 
He wha has juft enough, can foundly deep, 
The O'ercome only fafhes Fouk to keep. 

ROGER. 

May Plenty flow upon thee for a Crofs, 
That thou may'ft thole the Pangs of frequent Lofs 5 
O may>ft thou dote on fome fair paughty Wench, 
Wha ne'er will lout thy lowan Drouth to quench, 
Till, birfs'd beneath the Burden, thou cry D00J, 
And awn that ane may fret that is nae F00L 

PATLM, 



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p a r 1 e. 

Sax good fat Lambs, I fold them ilka Clute 3 
At the Weft Bow, and bought a winfom Flute 
Of Plumb-tree made, with Iv'ry Virles round, 
A dainty Whittle wi' a pleafant Sound ; 
I'll be mair canty wi't, and ne'er cry Dool, 
Then you wi' a* your Gear, ye dowie Fook 

ROGER. 

Na P<a/V, I am nae fie churlifli Beaft, 
Some ither Things ly heavier at my Breait ; 
I dream'd a dreery Dream this hinder Night, 
That gars my Flefh a' creep yet wi' the Fright. 

p a r 1 e. 

Now to your Friend how filly's this Pretence, 
To ane wha you and a' your Secrets kens : 
Daft are your Dreams, as daftly wad ye hide 
Your well-feen Love, and dorty Jenny's Pride : 
Take Courage, Roger, me your Sorrows tell, 
And fafely think nane kens them but your fell. 

ROGER. 

O Path, ye have gueft indeed o»er true, 
An,d there is naething I'M keep up frae yoti 5 . 



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Me dorty Jenny looks upon afquint, 
To fpeak but till her I dare hardly mints 
In ilka Place (be jeers me air and late, 
And gars me look bumbas'd and unco blate. 
But yefterday I met her yont a Know, 
She fled as frae a Shellycoat or Kow ; 
She Bauldy loo's, Bauldy that drives the Car, 
Put geeks at me, and fays I fmell o' Tar, 

P jit I E. 

But Bauldy loo'S nae her right well I wat, 
He fighs for Neps ; -*— * fae that may ftand for that, 

ROGER. 
I wifh I cou'd na loo her, — but in vain, 
I ftill maun dote and thole her proud Difdain. 
Hy Bavety is a Cur I dearly like, 
Till he youi'd fair fhe firake the poor dumb Tyke; 
If I had fiU'd a Nook within her Breaft, 
She wad hae fhawn mair Kindnefs to my Beaft. 
When I begin to tune my Stock and Horn, 
With a' her Face fhe maws a cauldrife Scorn : 
Laft Time I play>d, ye never faw fie Spite, 
O'er Btgit was the Spring, and her pelyte, 



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Yet tauntingly ftie at her Nibour fpeer'd 
Gin (he cou'd tell what Tune I playd, and fneerU' 
Flocks wander where ye like, I dinna care, 
I'll break my Reed and never whittle main 

PAT IE. '% 

E'en do fae, Roger, wha can help Mifluck 3 
Saebeins fhe be fie a thrawngabet Chuck; 
Yonder's a Craig, fince ye have tint a' Hope., 
Gae till't ye'r ways, and take the Lover's Loup* 

ROGER. 

I need na make fie Speed my Blood to fpill a 
I'll warrand Death come foon enough a will. 

V A f I E. 

Daft Gowk ! Leave aff that filly whindging Waya 
Seem carelefs, there's ray Hand ye'll win the Day* 
Laft Morning I was unco' airly out a 
Upon a Dyke I lean'd and glowr'd about; 
I faw my Meg come iinkan o'er the Lee, 
P fa w my Meg, but Maggie fa w na me : 
For yet the Sun was wading throw the Mift 3 
And fhe was clofs upon me e'er fhe will. 
Her Coats were kiltit, and did fweetly fhaw 
Her ftraght bare Legs, which whiter were than Snaw i 
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Her Cockernony fnooded up fou fleek, 
Her hafet Locks hung waving on her Cheek : 
Her Cheek fae ruddy ! and her Een fae clear ! 
And O ! her Mouth's like ony hinny Pear. 
Neat, neat fhe was in Buftine Waftecoat clean. 
As fhe came sHffing o'er the dewy Green : 
Blythfome I cry'd, My bonny Meg come here, 
I ferly wherefore ye're fae foon a fteer : 
But now I guefs ye're gawn to gather Dew. 
She fcour'd awa, and faid, What's that to you ? 
Then fare ye well, Meg-dorts, and e'eas ye like, 
I carelefs cry'd, and lap in o'er the Dyke. 
I trow, when that {he faw, within a Crack 
With a right thievlefs Errand fhe came back, 
Mifcau'd me fir ft, —then bade me hound my Dog 
To weer up three waff Ews were on the Bog. 
I leugh, and fae did fhe, then wi s great hafte 
I clafp'd my Arms about her Neck and Wafte 5 
About her yielding Wafte, and took a Fouth 
Of fweeteft Kiffes frae her glowan Mouth : 
While hard and fa ft I held her in my Grips, 
My very Saul came louping to my Lips. 
Sair, fair fhe flete wi' me 'tween ilka Smack 3 
But well I kcnd fhe mean'd na as fhe fpakc. 

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Dear Roger, when your Jo puts on her Gloom, 
Do ye fae too, and never fafh ye'r Thumb ; 
Seem to forfake her, foon (he'll change her Mood ; 
Gae woo anither, and fhe»ll gang clean wood. 

ROGER. 
Kind Patie, now fairfaw your honeft Heart, 
Ye'r ay fae cadgie and ha'e fie an Art 
To hearten ane : — — »For now as clean's a Leek 
Ye've cherifht me fince ye began to fpeak 5 
Sae for your Pains I'll make ye a Propine,. 
My Mither, honeft Wife, has made it fine % 
A Tartan Plaid, fpun of good hauflock Woo, 
Scarlet and Green the Sets, the Borders Blue, 
With Spraings like Gou'd and Siller, crofs'd wi' Black, 
I never had it yet upon my Back. 
Well are ye wordy o't, wha ha'e fae kind 
Redd up my raveFd Doubts, and clear'd my Mind. 

? AT 1 E. 

Well, hadd ye there, —— «and fince ye've frankly made 
A Prefent to me of your bra new Plaid, 
My Flute's be yours, and fhe too that's fae Mice, 
Shall come a Will, if you'll take my Advice. 

ROGER* 



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R O G E Ro 

As ye advife I'll promife to obferv't, 
But you maun keep the Flute, ye belt de.ferv't, 
Now take it out and gi'es a bonny Spring, 
For I'm in life to hear you play or fing. 

PjitJE. 

But firft we'll take a Turn up to the Hight, 
And fee gin a our Flocks be feeding Right : 
Be that Time Bannocks and a Shave of Cheefe 
Will make a Breakfaft that a Laird might pleafe; 
Might pleafe our Laird, gin he were but fae wife 
To feafon Meat wi' Health inftead of Spice ; 
■ When we ha'e ta'en the Grace-Drink at this Well, 
I'll whittle fine, and fing t»ye like my fell. 




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EDINBURG H's 

SALUTATION 

To the Moft Honourable 

Jiy Jtor^ Marquis of Carnarvon* 

jjpM»? ^ m M 4?MM;0 E LCOMEj my Lord, Heav'i* 

§K 0TJMM n . , 

fM \X/ i v3l# jSSS be your Guide, 

sR W A ml /fei 

And furder your Intention 
To whate'er Place you fail or ride 

To brighten your Invention. 
The Book of Mankind lang and 
wide 
Is well worth your Attention : 
therefore, pleafe fometime here abide^ 
And meafure the Dimenfion 

Of Minds right ft&dtl 
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O that ilk worthy JBrziifi Pee£ 

Wad follow your Example, 
MY auid Gray Head I yet wad reaf^ 

And fpread my Skirts mair ample. 
^hou 3 d London poutch up a' the Gear £j 

She might fpare me a Sample : 
In truth his tfighnefs fhou'd live here f 

For without Oyl our Lamp will 

Gang blinkan pug 

f^ang fyne 3 my Lord, I had a Court a 

And Nobles fill'd my Cawfy 5 
But fmce I have been Fortune's Sporf 

I look nae hafF fae gawfy. 
Yet here brave Gentlemen refort 3 

And mony a handfome Laffy ; 
How that you're lodg'd within my Bor^ 

Fou well I wat they'll a' fay, 

Welcome, my Lord s 



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3for you my beft Cheer 1*11 produce^ 

I'll no make muckle vaunting; 
But rowth for Pleafure and for Ufe; 

Whatever you be wanting, 
You's have at Will to chap arid chufe 2 

For few Things I am fcant in : 
The Wale of well-fet Ruby Juice, 

When you like to be rantin, 

I can afford-, 

Than I, nor Tans, nor Madrid, 

Nor Rome, I trew's mair able 
To busk you up a better Bed, 

Or trim a tighter Table. 
My Sons are honourably bred, 

To Truth and Friendfhip ftable 2 
What my defraying Faes have faid, 

Youll find a feigned Fable, 

At the firft Sight, 



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Kay Claffic Lear and Letters Belle, 

And Traveling confpire, 
Ilk injuft Notion to repell, 

And God-like Thoughts infpire % 
That in ilk A£Hon wife and fnell 

You may (haw manly Fire : 
Sae the fair Pi&ure of himfellj 

]Will give his Grace your Sire 

Immenfe Delight* 



'Mlnh. i^thJfcfoft 

1720. 




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WEALTH. 



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Cije QjBloo)?* 



///* rtflwr ^* *■* triplex 

Circa pettus erat^ qui fragelem truci 

Commiftt yelago ratern 

Primus, - •■ 

Hor 4 

Daring and unco 9 flout he was, 
With Heart hool'd in three Sloughs of Brafs, 
' Wha ventur'd firft upon the Sea 
With Hempen Bra.nks, and Horfe of Trde. 

f I ^Halia, ever welcome to this Ifie, 

g Defcend, and glad the Nation with a Smile\; 
See frae yon Bank where South-Sea ebbs and flows. 
How Sand-blind Chance Woodies and Wealth befows : 
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Aided by thee I'll fail the wondrous Deep$ 
And throw the crouded Alleys cautious creep* 
Not eafy Task to plough the fwelling Wave, 
Or in Stock- jobbing prefs my Guts to fave : 
But naething can our wilder Palfions tame, : 
Wha rax for Riches or immortal Fame. 

Long had the Grumblers us'd this murm'ring Sounds 
Poor Britain in her publick Debt is drown' A ! 
At fifty Millions late we ftarted a', 
And wow we wonderd how the Debt wad fa* 5 
But fonfy Sauls wha firft contriv'd the Way, 
With Project deep our Charges to defray ; 
O'er and aboon it Heaps of Treafure brings. 
That Fouk be guefs become as rich as Kings* 
Lang Heads they were that firft laid down the Plan, 1 
Into the which the round anes headlang ran, 
Till overftockt they quat the Sea, and fain wa'd be f 
at Land. J 

Thus when braid Flakes of Snaw have clad the Green^ 
Aften I have young fportive Gil pies feen 
The waxing Ba s with meikle Pleafure row, 
Till paft their Pith, it did unwieldy grow. 



»Tis ftrange to think what Changes may appear 
Within the narrow Circle of a Year ; 
How can ae Projeft, if it be well laid, 
Supply the Ample Want of trifling Trade ! 
Saxty lang Years a Man may rack his Brain, 
Hunt after Gear baith Night and Day wi' Pain, 
And die at laft in Debt inftead of Gain. 
But O South^Sea I What mortal Mind can ruil 
Throu' a' the Miracles that thou haft done ? 
Nor fcrimply thou thy fell to Bounds confines, 
But like the Sun on ilka Party (nines, 
To Poor and Rich, the Fools as well as Wife, 
With Hand impartial ^retches out the Prize. 

Like Nilus fwelling frae his unkend Head, 
Frae Bank to Brae o'erflows ilk Rig and Mead, 
Inftilling lib'rai Store of genial Sap, 
Whence Sun-burn' d Gypfies reap a plenteous Crap : 
Thus flows our Sea, but with this Diff'rence wide, 
But anes a Year their River heaves his Tide; 
Our's, aft ilk Day, t' enrich the Common- Weal, 
Bangs o'er its Banks, and dings JEgypia* Nik* 



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Ye Rich'and Wife, we own Succefs your Due 5 
But your Reverfe their Luck with Wonder view, 
How without Thought thefe dawted Petts of Fa{e 
Have jobb'd themfells into fae high a State, 
By pure Inftinfl: fae leal the Mark have hit, 
Without the Ufe of either Fear or Wit. 
And ithers wha Jail Year their Garrets kept, 
Where Duns in Vifion fafh'd them while they {lept, 
Wha only durft in Twilight, or the Dark, 
Steal to a common Cook's with haffa Mark, 
A* their hale Stock. — — Now by a canny Gale, 
In the overflowing Ocean fpread their Sail, 
While they in gilded Galleys cut the Tide, 
Look down on Fifher-Boats wi' meikle Pride, 

Mean time the Thinkers wha are out of Play, 
For their ain Comfort kenna what to fay; 
That the Foundation's loofe, fain wad they (haw, 
And think na hut the pabrick foon will fa' : 
That? s a' but Sham — — for inwardly they fry, 
Vext that their Fingers were na in the Pye. 
Faint-hearted Wights, wha dully flood afar, 
Tholing your Reafon great Attempts to mar, 



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While the brave Dauntlefs, of fie Fetters free^ 
Jumpt headlong glorious in the golden Sea : 
Where now like gods they rule each wealthy Jaw, 
While you may thump your Pows againft the Wa\ 

On Summers E'en the Welking calm and fair, 
When little Midges frisk in lazy Ail, 
Have you not feen thro' ither how they reel, 
And Time about how up and down they wheel a g 

Thus Eddies of Stockjobbers drive about ; 
Upmoft to Day, the Morn their Pipe's put out. 
With penfive Face, when e'er the Market's hy, 
Menutlm crys, Ah ! What a Gowk was I! 
Some Friend of his wha wifely feems to ken, 
Events of Caufes mair than ither Men, 
Pufh for your Intereft yet, Nae fear, he crys, 
For South-Sea will to twice ten hunder rife., 
Waes me for him that fells paternal Land, 
And boys when Shares the higheii Suras demand : 
He ne'er fhall taite the Sweets of riling Stock, 
Which faws neift Day : Nae Help for't, he is broke. 

Dear Sea, be tenty how thou flows at Shams 
Of Koglani Gqd'rens in their froggy Dams, 

Le* 



£ 224 3 

Left la their muddy Bogs thou chance to fink, 

Where thoa mafft ftagnate, fyne of Courfe maun ftink. 

This I forfee, (and Time fhal! prove I'm right ; 
For he's nae Poet wants the fecond Sight,) 
When Autumn's Stores are ruck'd up in the Yard, 
And Sleet and Snaw dreeps down caukt Winter's Beard f 
When bleak November Winds make Forefts bare, 
And with fplenetick Vapours fill the Air : 
Then, then in Gardens, Parks, or filent Glen, 
When Trees bear naithing elfc, they'll carry Men 3 
Wha (hall like paughty Romans greatly fwing 
Aboon Earth's Difappointments in a 5tring» 
Sae ends the towring Saul that downa fee 
A Man move in a higher Sphere than he* 

Happy that Man wha has thrawn up a Mai% 
Which makes forne Hundred thoufands a' his ain g 
And comes to anchor on fae firm a Rock, 
Britannia^ Credit and the South-Sea Stock. 
Ilk blythfome Fleafure waits upon his Nod, 
And his Dependents eye him as a God. 
Oofs may he bend Champain frae E'en to Morn, 
And look on Cells of Tippony with Scorn* 

Thrice 



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Thrice lucky Pimps, or fmug fac'd wanton Fair, 
That can in a* his Wealth and Pleafures skair. 
Like Jove he fits, like Jove high Heaven's Goodman, 
While the inferior Gods about him ftand, 
Till he permits, with condefcending Grace, 
That ilka ane in Order take their Place. 
Thus with attentive Look mensfu' they fit, 
Till he fpeak firftj and fhaw fome fhining Wit % 
Syne circling Wheels the flattering Gaifaw, 
As well they may ; he gars their Beards wag a\ 
Imperial Gowd, What is't thou carnia grant? 
PorTeft of thee, What is't a Man needs want? 
Commanding Coin, there's nathing hard to thee, 
I canna guefs how rich Fowk come to die. 

Unhappy Wretch, linked to the threed bare Nine, 
The dazling Equipage can ne'er be thine. 
Deftin'd to toil thro' Labyrinths of Verfe, 
Dar'ft fpeak of great Stockjobbing as a a Farce : 
Poor thoughtlfs Mortal, vain of airy Dreams, 
Thy flying Horfe, and bright Apollo's Beams, 
And Helicon's werfh Well thou ca's Divine, 
Are nathing like a Miftrefs, Coach and Wine. 

Wad 



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Wad fom« good Patron (whafe fuperior Skillj 
Can make the South-Sea ebb and flow at Will) 
Put in a Stock for me^ I own it fair, 
In Epick Strain Pd pay htm to a Hair, 
Immortalize him, and whate*er he loves, 
In flowing Numbers I (hall fmg, approves ; 
If not, Fox like, I'll thraw my Gab and Gloomy 
And ca» your hundred thoufand a four Plum, 

Edinh. June 1720* 




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TO THE 

ROTAL BURROWS 

O F 

SCOTLAND, 

The following POEM 

Is humbly dedicated, 

By 



Edinburgh, 1 8, 
Qttober^ 1720. 



Allan Ramsay! 



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The Trofpea of "Plenty: 

POEM 



O N T H E 



NORTH SEA 



■Bfit/w S"l nova }J&y<*> te[£o$ WnPiu 

Oppian, AUeutic. Lib. III. 



KALI A anes again in blytl^ 
fome Lays s 

S In Lays immortal chant the 

1 

NORTH SEA's Prai% 

Tent how the CALEDONIANS, 

lang lupine, 

$6gin, mair wife, to ©pen baith their Ben,, 

A 2 An| 




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And, as they ought, t'ftnploy that Store which Heav'n 
In fie Abundance to their Hands has given. 
Sae heedlefs Heir born to a Lairdfhip wide, 
That yields mair Plenty than he kens to guide 5 
Kot well acquainted with his ain good Luck, 
Lets ilka fneaking Fellow take a Pluck ; 
'Till at the Langrun, wi' a Heart right fair,"' 
He fees the Bites grow bein, as he grows bare : 
Then wak'ning, looks about with glegger Glour, 
And learns to thrive, wha ne'er thought on': before. . 

KAE Nation in the Warld can parallel 
The plenteous Produ£l of this happy Ifie : 
But Paft'ral Heights, and fweet prolifick Plains, 
That can at Will command the fafteft Strains. 
Stand yont ; for Awphkrite claims our Sang, 
Wha round fair TbuU drives her finny Thrang, 
O'er Shaws of Corral, and the Pearly Sands, 
To SCOTIA's fmootheft Lochs and Chriftal Strands. 
There keeps the Tyrant Pike foisawfu' Court, 
Here Trouts and Salmond in clear Channels Sport. 

Wae- 



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Wae to that Hand that dares by Day or Night 
Defile the Stream, where fportingPrys delight. 
But Herrings, lovely Fifh, like beft to play 
In rowan Ocean or the open Bay: 
In Crouds amazing thro' the Waves they Shine, 
Millions on Millions form ilk equal Line: 
Nor dares the imperial Whale, unlefs by Stealth, 
Attack their firm united Common-wealth. 
But artfu' Nets, and Fifhers wylie Skill, 
Can bring the fcaly Nations to their Will. 
When thefe retire to Caverns of the Deep, 
Or in their oozy Beds thro' Winter fleep, 
Then fhall the tempting Bait, and ftented String, 
Beguile the Cod, the Sea Cat, Tusk and Ling. 
Thus may our F I S H E R Y throu' a' the Year 
Be ftill imploy'd, t' in'crcafe the publick Gear. 

DELYTFOU' Labour, where the induftrious gains 
Profit furmounting ten Times a' his Fains. 
Nae Pleafure like Succefs, then Lads ftand be, 
Ye'll find it endlefs in the Northern Sea, 

O'er 



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O'er lang with empty Brag we have been vain 
Of toom Dominion on the plenteous Main, 
While others ran away with a' the Gain. 
Thus proud Iberia vaunts of fov'reign Sway 
O'er Countries rich, frae rife to &t of Day : 
She grafps the Shadow, but the Subftance tines, 
While a' the reft of Europe milk her Mines* 

BUT dawns the Day fets Britain on her Feet, 
Lang look'd for's come at laft, and welcome be't : 
For numerous Fleets (hall hem JlLbudan Rocks, 
Commanding Seas, with Routh to raife our Stocks. 
Nor can this be a toom Chimera found, 
The Fabrick's bigget on the fureft Ground. 
Sma is our need to toil on foreign Shores, 
When we have baith the Jndias at our Doors* 
Yet for Diverfion laden Veffels may 
Tofaraff Nations cut the liquid Way, 
And fraught frae ilka Port what's nice or braw, 
While for their Trifles we mantain them a*. 
Goths, Vandals, Gauls, Hefperians and the Mores^ 
Shall a' be treated frae our happy Shores i 



The 



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The rartin Germans, Ruffians, and the Poles, 
Shall feaft with Pleafure on our gufty Sholes : 
For which deep in their Treafures we (hall dive 5 
Thus by fair Trading North Sea Stock fhall thrive. 

S A E far the bonny Profpeft gave Delight, 
The warm Ideas gart the MUSE take Flight : 
When ftraight a Grumbletonian appears, 
Peghing fou fair beneath a Lade of Fears ; 
" Wow that's braw News, quoth he, to make Fools fain, 
" But gin ye be nae Warlock, How d'ye *ken ? 
" Dis Tarn the Rhimer fpae oughtlins of this ? 
« Or do ye prophecy juft as ye wi(h ? 
« Will Proje&s thrive in this abandon'd Place ? 
« e Unfonfy we had ne'er fae meikle Grace. 
« I fear, I fear, your touring Aim fa s fhort, 
* Alake we winn o'er far frae King and Court I 
« The Southern will with Pith your Project bawk, 
JJ They'll never thole this great Defign to tak. 



THUS 



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THUS do the dubious ever countermine, 
With Party wrangle ilka fair Defign. 
How can a Saul that has the UCe of Thought, 
Be to fie little creep* n . Fancies brought ? 
Will Britain's King or Parliament gainftand 
The univerfal Profit of the Land ? 
Now when nae fep'rate Intereit eags to Strife, 
The antient Nation's join'd like Man and Wife, 
Maun ftudy clofs for Pea£e and Thriving's fake, 
AfFa' the wiffen'd Leaves of Spite to fhake : 
Let's weave and fifh to ane anither's Hands, 
And never mind wha ferves or wha commands 5 
But baith alike confult the Common-weal, 
Happy that Moment Friendfhip makes us leal 
To Truth and Right -<- — Then fprings a mining Day, 
Shall Clouds of fma Miftakes drive fait away. 
Miftakes arid private Int'reft hence be gane, ~ 

Mind what ye did on dire PharfaJia's Plain, J> 

"Where doughty Romans were by Romans fiain. 3. 



A meaner 



t 237 3 

A meaner Phantom niefl with meikle Dread, 
Attacks with fenfelefs Fears the weaker Head. 
" The Dutch, fay they, will ftrive your Plot to flap 3 
" They'll toom their Banks before you reap their Crap % 
< c Lang have they ply'd that Trade like bify Bees, 
" And fuck v t the Profit of the Piftland Seas : 
" Thence Riches fifh'd mair by themfells confeft, 
« e Than e'er they made by India's Eaft and Weft. 

O mighty fine and greatly was it fpoke ! 
Maun bauld Britannia bear Batavia's Yoke ? 
May me not open her ain Pantry-door, 
For Fear the paughty State fhou'd gi'e a Roar^p 
Dare fhe nane of her Herrings fell or prive, 
Afore fhe fay, Dear Holland, wi' ye'r leave ? 
Ciirfe on the Wight wha tholes a Thought fae tame 3 
He merits not the manly Britain $ Name. 
Grant they'r good Allies, yet its hardly wife 
To buy their Friendfhip at fae high a Price. 
But frae that Airth we needna fear great Skai£h 5 
Thefe People, right auldfaran, will be laith 

b ti 



To thwart a Nation, wha with Eafe can draw 
Up ilka Sluce they have, and drown them a*, 

A H flothfu Pride S a Kingdom's greateft Curfe ; 
How dowf looks Gentry with an empty Purfe ? 
How worthlefs is a poor and haughty Drone, 
Wha thowlefs ftands a lazy Looker on ? 
While a&ive Sauls a ftagnant Life defpife, 
Still ravifh't with new Pleafures as they rife* 
O'er lang in troth have we By-ftanders been, 
And loot Fowk lick the Whyte out of our Een • 
Nor can we wyt them, fince they had our Vote, 
But now they'fe get the Wiftie of their Groat. 

HERE did the MUSE intend a while to reft. 
Till hame o'er fpitefou Din her Lugs oppreft ; 

Anither Sett of the envyfou kind 

(With narrow Notions horridly confin'd) 

Wag their bofsNodles; fyn with filly Spite 

Land ilka worthy Project in a Bite. 

They force with auk ward Girn their Ridicule 3 

And. ca ilk an® concerned a fimple Fool, 

Excepting 



c 239 3 

Excepting fome, wha a' the lave will nick, 

And gie them nought but bare Whop-fbafts to lick. 

MALICIOUS Envy ! Root of a' Debates, 
The Plague of Government and Bane of States ; 
The Nurfe of pofitive deftru&ive Strife, 
Fair Friendftiip's Fae, which fowrs the Sweets of Life; 
Promoter of Sedition and bafe Fead, 
Still overjoy 'd to fee a Nation bleed. 

IStap, flap my L A S S, forgetna where ye'f gawn. 
If ye rin on, Heav'n kens where ye may land; 
Turn to your Fijbers Sang,, and let Fowk ken 
The NORTH SEA Skippers are leal hearted Men, 
Vers'd in the critick Seafons of the Year, 
When to ilk Bay the Fiming-bulh fhou'd fleer ; 
There to hawl up with Joy the plenteous Fry, 
Which on the Decks in fhining Heaps (hall ly. 
Till carefou Hands, even while they've vital Heat, 
Shall be employ ! d to fave their Juices fweet : 
Strick Tent they'll tak to flow them wi' ftrang Brine, 
In Barrels tight, that (hall nae Liquor tine \ 

B 2 Then 



I 240 3 

Then in the foreign Markets we fhall fraud 
With upright Front, and the firft Sale demand. 
This, this our faithfou TRUSTEES have in View, 
And honourably will the Task purfue ; 
Nor are fhey bigging Caftles in a Cloud 3 
Their Ships already into A&ion feud. 

NOW dear ill-natur'd Billies fay nae mair 3 
But leave the Matter to their prudent Care 5 
They'r Men of Candor, and right well they wate 
That Truth and Honefty hads lang the Gate: 
Shouder to Shouder let's Hand firm and ftout, 
And there's nae fear but we'll foon make it out ; 
We've Reafon, Law and Nature on our Side, 
And have nae Bars but Party 3 Slowth and Pride, 

WHEN a's in Order, as it foon will be, 

And Fleets of Bufhes fill the N O R T H R E N SEA 

What hopefou 3 Images with Joy arife, 

In Order rang'd before the Mufe's Eyes ; 

A Wood of Maffs,- well man'd,— their jovial Din,- 

^ike eydent Bees gawn out and coming in. 

Hen 



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Here haft" a Nation, healthfou, wife and ftark, 
With Spirits, only tint for want of Wark, 
Shall now find Place their Genius to exert, 
While in the Common-good they aft their Part. 
Thefe fit for Servitude fhall bear a Hand, 
And thefe find Government form'd for Commando 
Befides, this as a Nurfery fhall breed 
Stout skilpd Marines, when Britain's Navies need. 
Pleased with their Labour, when their Task is done ? 
They'll leave green Thetis to imbrace the Sun ; 
Then frefheft Fifh fhall on the Brander bleez^ 
And lend the bify Browfter-Wife a Heez : 
While healthfou Hearts fhall own their honeft Flame, 
With reaming Qjiafr, and whomelt to her Name 5 
Whafe a£tive Motion to his Heart did reach, 
As me the Cods was turning on the Beech. 
Curs 5 d Poortith, Love and Hymen's deadly Fae, 
( That gars young Fouk in Prime cry aft, Oh hej, 
And fmgle live, till Age and Runkles maw 
Their canker'd Spirit's good for nought at a' ; ) 
Now flit your Camp, far frae our Confines fcour,^ 
0ur Lads and Laffes fpon fhall flight your Power ; 

For 3 



C 242 ] 

For Rowth (hall cherifh Love, and Love fhall bring 
Mae Men t'improve the Soil and ferve the King. 
Thus univerfal Plenty (hall produce 
Strength to the State, and Arts for Joy and Ufe, 



O P L E N T Y, thou Delyt of great and fma, 
Thou nervous Sinnon of baith War and Law : 
The Statefman's Drift, Spur to the Artift's Skill : 
Nor does the very Flattens like the ill. 
The fhabby Poet hate thee ! That's a Lie, 
Orelfe they are na of a Mind wi' me. 



PLENTY fhall cultivate ilk Scawp and Moor, 
Now Lee and bair, becaufe the Landlord's poor. 
On fcrpggy Braes (hall Aiks and Afhes grow, 
And bonny Gardens dead the Brecken How. 
Does others backward dam the raging Main, 
Raifing on barren Sands a flowry Plain ? 
By us then fhou>d the Thought o't be endur 5 d 3 
To let braid Trafts of Land ly unmanur'd ? 

Uncui* 



C 243 3 

Uncultivate nae mair they fhall appear, 
But fliine with a' the Beauties of the Year; 
Which ftart with Eafe frae the obedient Soil, 
And ten Times o'er reward a little Toil. 

A LANG wild Shores^ where tumbling Billows 
break, 
Plenifht with nought but Shells and Tangle Wreck, 
Braw Towns fhall rife, with Steeples mony a ane, 
And Houfes bigget a with Eftler Stane. 
Where Schools polite fhall lib'ral Arts difplay, . 
A nd make auld barb'rous Darknefs fly away. 

NOW Nereus rifing frae his watery Bed, 
The pearly Draps hap down his lyart Head ; 
Ocsanus with PJeafure hears him ring, 
Tritons and Nereids form a jovial Ring ; 
And dancing on the Deep, Attention draw, 
While a' the Winds in Love, but fighing, blaw„ 
The Sea-born Prophet fang in (^eeteCt Strain, 
m Britain! be blyth^ fair Queen of Ifles be fain 5 

"A 



C 244 3 

K A richer People never faw the Sun, 
«« Gang tightly throw what fairly you've begun 5 
" Spread a' your Sails and Streamers in the Wind 3 
K For ilka Power in Sea and Air's your Friend 5 
" Great Neptune's unexhaufted Bank has Store 
K Of endlefs Wealth, will gar yours a* run o'er. 
He fang fae loud, round Rocks the Ecchoes flew., 
3 Tis true, he faid, they a* return'd, 9 Tts True, 




C 24S 3 




Spoken to M RS> N. 



JA 



POEM wrote without a Thought, 
By Notes may to a SONG be brought, 
Tho Wit be fcarce, low the Deflgn, 
And Numbers lame in every Line : 
But when fair CHlRSTY this (hall flrig 
In Confort with the trembling String, 
O then the POET's often prais'd, 
For Charms fo fwcet a Voice bath rais'd. 



MAM 



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#®#®®®@®®®®®®##®@®®®®® 



©0600600000600000660600© 

MART SCOT. 

HO W fweet's the Love which meets Return s 
When in foft Flames Souls equal burn 5 
But Words are wanting to difcover 
The Torment of a hopelefs Lover. 
Ye Regifters of Heav'n relate, 
If looking o'er the Rolls of Fate, 
Did you there fee me mark'd as Marrow 
To MA £ T SCO T the Flower of Tar row* 



•& 



Ah no ! her Form's too heavenly fair, 
Her Love the Gods above muli (hare, 
While Mortals with Defpair explore her., 
And at a Dinance due adore her. 
O lovely Maid, my Doubts beguile! 
Revive and blefs me with a Smile, 
Alace if not,' you'll foon debar a 
Sighing Swain from the Banks of Tarmt* 



C Hi 3 

Be hufh ye Fears, I'll not defpair, 
My MA R T'$ tender as file's fair; 
Then I'll go tell her all mine Anguifla, 
Sure flie's too good to let me languifh ; 
With Succefs crown'd I'll not envy 
The Folks who dwell above the Sky, 
When MA RT SCOT'S become my Marrow, 
We'll make a Paradice on Tarrow. 

Wine and Mufick, an ODE. 



STMON.^ /^\ COLIN, how dull is't to be 

, V^-^ When a Soul is finking wi' Pain, 
To one who is pained like me, 
My Life's grown a Load, 
And my-Faculties nod, 
While I figh for cold JEAN IE in vain, 

I'm (lain, I'm flain, I'm flaia, 
The Wound it is mortal and deep, 
My Pulfes beat low in each Vein, 

And threaten eternal Sleep. 

A2 COLIN. 



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CO L J N.J Come here's the beft Cure for thy Wounds, 
A Cure for all thy Wounds, 
The Bowl, the Bowl, the Bowl, 
O Boy, the Cordial Bowl*. 

With foft harmonius Sounds, . . 

Wounds, Wounds, Wounds, Thefe can cure all Wounds^ 
With foft harmonious Sounds, 
And pull of the Cordial Bowl : 
Tune, tune, tune, O STMQN tune thy Soul, 
Above the Gods bienly bouze, 
When round they meet in a Ring, 
They caft away Care, and caroufe 
Their Nettar, while they fing. 
Then drink, drink, drink and fing, 
Thefe make the Blood circle fine, 
* Strike up the Mufic\ % 
The fafeft Phyfick, 
Compounded with fparkling Wim* 






0'<f\ 



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O'er BOGIE. 

j will awa' w? mj Love, 
* / wi# # w#' tw' her, 
Tbo a 1 my Kin had [worn ani faid. 

PU o'er Bogie wi y hen 
If I can get but her Confent a 

I dinna care a Strae, 
Tho ilka ane be difcontent, 1 

Awa' wi' her Til gae. 
/ will awa\ &c. 

For nowflie's Miftrcfs of my Heart, 

And wordy of my Hand, 
And well 1 wat we fhanna' part, 

For Siller or for Land. 
Let Rakes delyte to fwear and drink. 

And Beaus admire fine Lace, 
But my chief Pleafure is to blink 

On JBETTT's bonny Face, 
I mil am% &c« 

\ There 



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There a' the Beauties do combine 

Of Colour, Treats and Air, 
The Saul that fparkles in her Een 

Makes her a Jewel rare ; 
Her flowing Wit gives fhining Life 

To a' her other Charms, 
How bleft 1*11 be when file's my Wife, 

And lockt up in my Arras. 
1 will awa\ &c. 

There blythly will I rant and fing B 

While o'er her Sweets I range, 
I'll cry, Your humble Servant King, 

Shamefa' them that wa'd change 
A Kifs of B E TT T and a Smile, 

Abeet ye wa'd lay down 
The Right ye ha'e to Britain's Ifle 3 

And offer me ye'r Crown. 
1 will arva\ &c 



Q'er 



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ml 



O'er the Moor to MAGGY, 



5^ ^ 



AN D I'll o'er the Moor to M A G G T, 
Her Wit and Sweetnefs call me, 
Then to my FAIR I'll (how my Mind, 

Whatever may befall me. 
If (he love Mirth, I'll learn to fing, 

Or likes the Nine to follow, 
I'll lay my Lugs in PmAus Springy 
And invocate APOLLO, 






If (he admire a martial Mind, 

I'll (heath my Limbs in Armour 5 
If to the fofter Dance inclin'd, 

With gayeft Airs I'll charm her; 
If (he love Grandeur, Day and Night 

I'll plot my Nation's Glory, 
Find Favour in my Prince's Sight, 

And fhine in future Story. 



Beauty, 



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ii 

Beauty can Wonders work with Eafefl 

Where Wit is correfponding, 
And braveft Men know beft to pleafe. 

With Complaifance abounding. 
My -4x>hny MA GG I E's Love can turn 

Me to what Shape fhe pleafes, 
If in her Rreaft that Flame (hall burn 

Which in my Bofom blazes. 

m never leave Thee. 



T 



J O N NT. 

HO' for feven Years and mair Honour fhou'd 



reave me, 

To Fields where Cannons rair, thou need na grieve thee, 
For deep in my Spirit thy Sweets are indented, 
And Love fball preferve ay what Love has imprinted. 
Leave thee, leave thee, I'll never leave thee, 
Gang the World as it will, Deareft believe me. 



NZZZT. 



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N E L L T. 

O $ONNTTm jealous, when e'er ye difcover 
My Sentiments yielding, ye'll turn a lofe Rover ; „ 
And nought i'the Warld wa'd vex my Heart fairer a 
If you prove unconftant, and fancy a.ne fairer : 
Grieve me, grieve me, Oh it wad grieve me ! 
A* the lang Night and Day, if you deceive me; 

\ J N NT. 

My NE L L T let never fie Fancies opprefs ye, 
For while my Blood's warm I'll kindly carefs ye, 
Your blooming fa ft Beauties firft beeted Love's Fire^ 
Your Virtue and Wit make it ay flame the hyer; 
Leave thee, leave thee, I'll never leave thee, 
Gang the Warld as it wil!,*deareft believe me. 

N E L L T. 

Then JO NNT 3 I frankly this Minute allow ye 
To think me your Miftrefs, for Love gars me trew ye, 
And gin ye prove fa'fe, to ye'r fell be it faii then, 
Ye'll win but fma' Honour to wrang a kind Maiden ; 
Reave me, reave me, Heav'ns ! it wa'd reave me, 
Qf my Reft Night and Day, if ye deceive me. 

fc fONNT. 



n 2S4 3 

J NNT. 

Bid IceQiogles hammer red Gauds on the Study, 
And fair Simmer Mornings nae mair appear rudy ; 
3id,Bntons think ae Gate, and when they obey ye, 
But never till that Time, believe I'll betray ye: 
Leave thee, leave thee, I'll never leave thee ; 
The Starns mall gang witherfhins e'er I deceive thee. 

Polwart on the Green. 

AT Polwart on the Green 

If you 9 U meet me the Morn, 
V/here Laffes do eonveen 
To dance about the Thorn ; 
A kindly welcome you mall meet 

Frae her wha likes to view 
A Lover and a Lad complete, 
The Lad and Lover you. 



Let dorty Dames fay Na y 
As lang as e'er they pleafe, 
Seem caulder than the Sna', 
While inwardly they bleez s 



m 



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But I will frankly fhaw my Mind, 
And yield my Heart to thee; 

Be ever to the Captive kind, 
That langs na to be free. 



r»5>5 



At Polwart on the Green, 
Amang the new mawn Hay, 
With Sangs and dancing keen 
We'll pafs the heartfome Day, 
At Night if Beds be o'er thrang laid, 

And thou be troin'd of thine, 
Thou Jhalt be welcome, my dear Lad, 

To take a Part of mine. 

3 Mmmmmm®MmMMw 



John Hay^r bonny Lajfie. 



m 



BY fmooth winding Toy a Swain was reclining^ 
Aftcry'dhe, Oh hey! Maun I ftill live pining 
My fell thus away, and darna difcover 
To my bonny HAT that I am her Lover. 



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9 



Nae mair it will hide, the Flame waxes ftranger, 
If (he's not my Bride, my Days are nae langer; 
Then Til take a Heart, and try at a Venture, 
May be e'er we part my Vows may content her. 

9'U 

She's frefh as the Spring, and fweet as Aurora, 
V/hen Birds mount and fing bidding Day a Goodmorrow. 
The Sward of the Mead, enamePd with Dailies, 
Look wither'd and dead when twin'd of her Graces, 

9& 

But if fhe appear where Verdures invite her, 
The Fountains run clear, and Flowers fmell the Tweeter, 
'Tis Heav'n to be by, when her Wit is a flowing, 
Her Smiles and bright Eye fet my Spirits a glowing. 

km 

The mair that I gaze, the deeper I'm wounded, 
Struck dumb with Amaze, my Mind is confounded ; 
I'm all in a Fire dear Maid to carefs ye, 
For a my Defire is H AY>$ bonny Laffie. 

Genty 



I 257 3 

Genty Tibby, andfonfy Nelly. 



r-p/ B B T has a Store of Charms, 

Her genty Shape our Fancy warms, 
How ftrangely can her fma' white Arms 

Fetter the Lad wha looks but at her 5 
Frae Ancle to her flender Wafte, 

Thefe Sweets conceaPd invite to dawt her, 
Her rofie Cheek and rifing Breaft, 

Gar ane's Mouth gufhbowt fou* o' Water, 



NE L L T's gawfy faft and gay, 
Frefh as the lucken Flowers in May, 
Ilkane that fees her cries Ah hey! 

She's bonny, Q I wonder at her! 
The dimples of her Chin and Cheek, 

And Limbs fae plump invite to dawt her, 
Ker Lips fae fweet, and Skin fae fleek, 

Gar mony Mouths befide mine water. 

Now 



C 258 ] 



Now ftrike my Finger in a Bore, 
My Wyfon with the Maiden fhore, 
Gin I can tell whilk I am for 

When thefe twa Stars appear thegither. 

Love ! Why doft thou gi'e thy Fires 

Sae large ? While we're oblig'd to nither 
Our fpacious Sauls immenfe Defires, 
And ay be in a hankerin S wither, 

¥% ?& 

TJBBTs Shape and Airs are fine. 
And NELZTs Beauties are divine 5 
But fince they can na baith be mine, 

Ye Gods give Ear to my Petition, 
Provide a good Lad for the tane, 

But let it be with this Provifion, 

1 get the other to my lane, 

In ProfpeQ: pUm and Fmitioa. 



n 259 i 






Up in the Air. 

TV T O W the Sun's gane out o' Sight, 
X \ Beet the Ingle, and fnuff the Light 
In Glens the Fairies skip and dance, 
And Witches wallop o'er to France. 

Up in the Air 
On my bonny grey Mare. 
And I fee her yet, and I fee her yet, 

Up in, 8V. 

The Wind's drifting Hail and Sna* 
O'er frozen Hags like a Foot Ba', 
Nae Starns keek throw the Azure Slit, 
'Tis cauld and mirk as ony Pit, 

The Man i'the Moon 
Is carowfing aboon, 
D'ye fee, dy'e fee, d'ye fee him yet. 
The Man, £fr. 



Take 



C 260 2 

Take your Glafs to clear your Een, 
'Tis the Elixir hales the Spleen, 
Baith Wit and Mirth it will infpire, 
And gently puffs the Lover's Fire, 
Up in the Air, 
It drives away Care, 
Ha'e wi'ye, ha'e wi'ye, and ha'e wi'ye Lads yet, 
Up in, C5V. 

Steek the Doors, keep out the Froft, 
Gome WILLT gi'es about ye'r Toft, 
Til't Lads and lilt it out, 
And let us ha'e a blythfom Bow.r, 

Up wi't there, there, 
Dinna cheat, but drink fair, 
Huzzaj Huzza, and Huzza Lads yet, 
Up wi't, SSV. 






? IK 



AD 



THE 

RISE and FALL 

STOCKS, 

1720. 

EPISTLE 

To the Right Honourable 

My Lord Ram/ay 9 

Now in PJB.IS* 

To which is added 

The Satyrs Comick Projecft for rg* 
covering a Bankrupt Stockjobber* 

Tour Pettifoggers, damn their Souls I 
To Shdre voith Knaves in cheating Fooh t 
And Merchants venfring on the Main 
Slight Pirates, Rocks, and Horns for Gain, 

EDINBURGH* 
Printed for the AUTHOR, at 'he Mercury, oppofite 
to Niddrfs Wynd, and fol^by T.Jauncy at the Angel^ 
without Tetnpk'bar 9 London* MDCCX3SI*. 



i m 1 



«® @® @® ® ®@® ^ ®@ ® ®® ® ® »®» 

THE 

Ris E and Fall 1 

STOCKS. 

I 720. 

An Epistle to the Right Ho- 
nourable my Lord Ramjaj. 

To the Mini's Eye Things well appear 
uft Distance, thro' an artfull Glafs t 

Bring but the flattering Objeft near, 
They're* al a fenflefs gloomy Mafs. 

Prior. 



My LORD, 

'^^^^ MBi^ ^ MS^ lthouttcn Preface or Preamble, 

My Fancy being on the Ramble $ 
1 

Tranfported with an honeft 

Paffion, 

Viewing our poor bambouzPd 

Nation, 

Biting her Nails, her Knuckles wringing, 

j Her Cheek fae blae, her Lip fee hinging ; 

jGrief 




1 C 264 31 

Qrief and Vexation's like to kill her 3 
for tyning baith her Tick and Siller,, 

Allow me then to make a Comment 1 
On this Affair of greateft Moment 
Which hasfa'n out, my Lord, fince ye 
Left Louthlan and the -J* Edge.well Tree ; 
And, with your Leave, I needna ftickle 
,To fay wer're in a forry Pickle, 
Since Poortith o'er ilk Head does hover 
Brae * John a Groat's Houfe, South to Doyar, 
Sair have we pelted been with Stocks, 
Calling our Credit at the Cocks. 
Lang guilty of the higheft Treafon 
Againffl the Government of Reafon ; 
We madly, at our ain Expences, 
Stock-job'd away our Cafh and Senfes 3 



t An Oak Tree which grows on the fide of a fine Spring, nigh the 
Caftle of Dalhoitfie, very much obferved by the Country People, who 
give out. That before any of the Family died, a Branch fell from the 
Edge.well Tree. The old Tree fbme few Years ago fell altogether, but 
another fprung from the fame Root^ which is now t^li.aad flQurilhicg, 

+ The NoEthnaoft Houfe ia .ScotUnii 



As little Bairns frae Winnocks hy 
Drap down Saip Bells to waiting Fry, 
Wha run and wreftle for the Prize, 
With Face ere£t and watchfou' Eyesj 
The Lad wha gleggeft waits upon it, 
Receives the Bubble op his Bonnet, 
Views with Delight the Ihining Beau-thing, 
Which in a Twinkling burfts to Nothing, 
Sae Britain brought on a' her Troubles 
By running daftly after Bubbles., 

Impos'd on by langnebit juglers, 
Stock-Jobbers, Brokers, cheating Smuglers, 
Wha fet their Gowden Girns fae wylie, 
Tho ne'er fae cautious they'd beguile ye a 
The covetous Infatuation 
Was fmittle out o'er ,a : the Nation, 
Clergy, and Lawyers, and Phyficians, 
Mechanicks, Merchants, and ^Auficians^ 
Baith Sexes of a' Sorts and Sizes 
Drar/d ilk Defign and job'd for Pfiw?? * 



gracs 



t 166 2 

Frae Noblemen to Livery Varlefs, 
Frae topping Toafts to Hackney Harlots, 
Poetick Dealers were but fcarce, 
Lefs browden ftill on Cafii than Verfe | 
Only ae * Bard to Coach did mount, 
By finging Praife to Sir John Blount « 
But fmce his mighty Patron fell, 
He looks juft like \ Jock Blunt himfeL 

Some Lords and Lairds felPd Riggs and CafHes 3 
And play'd them afF with tricky Rafcals, 
Wha now with Routh of Riches vapour, 
While their late Honours live on Paper : 
But ah ! the Difference 'twixt good Land 3 
And a poor Bankrupt Bubble's Band* 

Thus Europeans Indians rifle, 
And give them for their Gowd Tome Trifie ? 
As Deugs of Velvet, Chips of Chrifta!, 
A Facon's Bell, or Baubie Whittle. 



Mer- 



* VideVick FrankUnh Ejplftle, 
/ t Tis ct-aurioaly foid ci "a Peifoa who is out of Ccunteciace at a [ 



C 26j 3 

Merchants and Bankers Heads gade wring; 
They thought to Millions they might fpang | 
Defpis'd the virtuous Road to Gain, 
And looked on little Bills with Pain : 
the well won Thoufands of fome Years^ 
In ae big Bargain difappears. 
5 Tis fair to bide, but wha can help it,' 
jnftead of Coach, on Foot they skelp it. 

The Ten per Cents wha durftna venture^ 
But lent great Sums upon Indenture 3 I 
[ To Billies wha as frankly war'd it, 
As they out of their Guts had fpard it 3 
;When craving Money they have lent, 
They're anfwer'd, Item, A* is fpenfr 
The Mifer hears him with a Gloom, 
Girns like a Brock and bites his Thumb," 
Syne fhores to grip him by the Wyfon, 
And keep him a' his Days in Prifon. 
Sae may ye do, replies the Debter, 
But that can never mend the Matter § 



As foon carl I mount Charle-wam^ 
As pay ye back your Gear agaiiii 
Poor Mouldy rins quite by himfel, 
And bans like ane broke loofe frae Hell* 
It lulls a wee my Mullygrubs, 
To think upon thefe bitten Scrubs, 
When naething f^ves their vital Low* 
But the Expences of a Tow* 

Thus Children oft with carefou Hands* 
in Summer dam up little Strands, 
Colieft the Drizel to a Pool, 
In which their glowing Limbs they cool % 
Till by comes feme ill-deedy Gift, 
Wha in the Bulwark makes a Rift, 
And with ae Strake in Ruins lays* 
The Work of Ufe, Art, Care and Daysi 

Even Handy- crafts. men too turn'd faucy, 
And maun be Coaching' t thro* the Caufy % 
Syne ftroot fou paughty in the Alley, 
Transferring Tfcoufands with fome Valley. 
65 Crow 



I t*9 3 

Grow rich in Fancy treat their Whore^ 
Nor mind they were or fliall be poor* 
Like little Jwes they treat the Fair, 
With Gowd frae Banks built in the Air, 
For which their f Danass lift the Lap., 
And compliment them with a Clap, 
Which by aft jobbing grows a Pox a 
Till Brigs of Nofes fa' with Stocks, 

Here Coachmen, Grooms, or Pafment Trotter^ 
Glitter'd a while, then turn'd to Sncter; 
Like a (hot Starn, that thro' the Air 
Skyts Eaft or Weft with unko Glare, 
But found neift Day on Hillock Side, 
Nae better feems nor Paddock Ride* 

Some Reverend Brethren left their Flocks^ 
And fank their Stipends in the Stocks 9 
But tining baith, like Mfop*s Colly, 
O'er late they now lament their Folly* 

B IJM 



f Vanue the Daughter of Acrzjin s King of Arg^ t© whom J*jj 
*»' defected in * §bowes of Gold, 



("'" 



C 270 2 

For three warm Months, May, Jane, and July, 
There was odd fcrambling for the Spulzy ; 
And mony a ane, till he grew tyr'd, 
Gather'd what Gear his Heart defir'd. 
We thought that Dealer's Stock an ill ane 3 
That was not wordy haf a Million. 
O had this Golden Age but lafted, 
And no fae foon been broke and blafted 5 
There is a Perfon well I ken 
Might wi J the beft gane right far ben 5 
His Project better had fuceeeded, 
And far lefs Labour had he needed : 
But 'tis a Daffin to debate, 
And aurgle-bargain with our Fate, 
Well, had this Gowden Age but lafted 2 
And not fo foon been broke and blafted, 
O wow> my Lord, thefe had been Days 
Which might have claim'd your Poet's Lays | 
But foon alake ! the mighty Dagm 
Was feen to fa' without a Rag on. ; 
In Harveft was a dreadfou 5 Thunder, 
jYhich gart a 5 Britain glowr an4 wonder j 



C 271 3 

The fizzing Bowt came with a Blatter, 
And dry'd our great Sea to a Gutter* 

But mony Fowk with Wonder fpeir. 
What can become of a' the Gear ? 
For a' the Country is repining, 
And ilka ane complains of tining. 
Plain Anfwer I had beft let be, 
And tell ye julYa Similie. 

Like Bel\le when he nicks a Witchj, 
Wha fells her Saul me may be rich 5 j 
He finding this the Bait to damn her, 
Cafts o'er her Een his cheating Glamour § 
She figns and feals, and he affords 
Her Heaps of vifionary Hoords. 
But when me comes to count the Cunzie 3 
? Tis a* Sklate-ftanes inftead of Money. 

Thus we've been trick'd with braw Proje£lorS| 

Aud faithfou managing Directors, 

Wha for our Cafh, the Saul of Trade, 

Bonny Propines of Paper made 3 

B 2 Q n 



Dn footing clean, drawn unco' fair 3 
Had they not vanifht into Air. 

When South-Sea Tyde was at a Hight 3 
f My Fancy took a daring Flight, 
TH ALIA, lovely Mufe, infpired 
My Breaft, and me with Forefight fired $ 
Rapt into future Months, I fa 5 
The rich. Aerial Babel fa'. 
*Yond Seas I faw the Upftarts drifting, 
Leaving their Coaches for the lifting. 
Thefe Houfes fit for Wights gane mad 3 
I faw cramm'd fou as they coifd had ; 
While little Sauls, .funk with Defpair, 
Implor'd cauld Death to end their Care* 
But now a fweeter Scene I view, 
Time has, and Time fhall prove I'm true 3 
For fair ASTRE A moves frae Heav s n 3 
And fhortly fhall make a' Odds Ev'n„ 



fWedth or the Woody ^ wrote in the Month of June teft. 



t 273 ] 

The honeft Man (hail be regarded, 
And Villains as they ought rewarded. 
The fetting Moon and rofie Dawn 
Befpeak a fhining Day at Hand, 
A glorious Sun (hall foon arife, 
To brighten up Britannia's Skies* 
Our King and Senate (hall engage 
To drive the Vultures off the Stage : 
Trade then fhall flourifh, and ilk Ar$, 
A lively Vigour fhall impart 
To Credit languifhing and famifhr, 
And Lombard- ftreet fhall be replenilht 
Got fafe afhore after this blaft, 
Britons fhall fmile at Follies pafr. 

GOD grant your Lordfhip Joy and Healt% 
Lang Days, and Rowth of real Wealth; 
Safe to the Land of Cakes Heav'n fend ye. 
And frae crofs Accidents defend ye., 

Edinb, March 25. 
A721. 

A. J1I1 A SI RAMSA ; f. 

THE 



L 274 3 



•*■****«&» 



T FT F 

SATYRS 

Comick Projed; 

For recovering 

ji young bankrupt Stockjobbery 

SO N G, 

To the Tune of, If the Kirk wad let me be, 

ON the Shore of a low ebbing Sea, 
A fighing young Jobber was feen 
Staring wifhfully at an old Tree 

Which grew on the Neighbouring Green 5 
There's a Tree that can finifh the Strife 

And Diforder that wars in my Breaft, 
^hat need one be pain'd with his Life, 

;When a Halter can purchafe him reft ? 

Some- 



t 275 ] 

I Sometimes he would itamp and look wild, 

Then roar out a terrible Curfe 
3n Bubbles that had him beguil'd, 

And left ne'er a Doit in his Purfe. 
A Satyr that wander'd along, 

With a Laugh to his Raving reply'dj 
The Savage malicioufly fung, 

And jok'd while the Stockjobber cry'd* 

To Mountains and Rocks he complain'd. 

His Cravat was bath'd with his Tears 5 
The Satyr drew near like a Friend, 

And bid him abandon his Fears. 
Said he, " Have ye been at the Sea, 

" And met with a contrary Wind, 
l[ That you rail at fair Fortune fo free, 

" Don't blame the poor Goddefs, fhe's blind. 

[* Come hold up thy Head foolifh Wight, 
" 1*11 teach thee the Lofs to retrieve ; 
«[ Obferve me this Project aright, 

11 And think not of hanging, but lire* 



Hs- 



C 2 7 « 1 
j|j Eecatiffa, conceited and old, 

" AfFe&S in her Airs to feem young a 
ec Her Jbynture yields Plenty of Gold, 
. j And plenty of Nonfenfe her Tongue. 

■<§§§€* 
" Lay Siege to her for a fhort Space, 
" Ne'er mind that fhe's wrinkled or grey $ 
£S Extoll her for Beauty and Graces 

cc And doubt not of gaining the Day. 
« c In Wedlock ye fairly may join, 

<s And when of her Wealth ye are fure, 
* s Make free with the old Woman's Coin, 

6€ And purchafe a fprightly young W " 




177 1 

C^e %iit unh actgi of ? 

O R, 

An ELEGT on Patie Birnie 3 

The Famous Fidler of Kinghooi ; 
Who gart the Lieges gawff and gim ay y 
Aft till the Cork proclaim d the Morn. 
Tho haith his Weeds and Mirth were pirnj^ 
tig-tobs'd thefe Things were langrfi worn s 
The brown Ale Barrel was his Kirn ay x 
And faithfully he toom'd his Horn, 



IN Sonnet flee the Man I fing, 
His rare Engine in Rhyme (hall ring 5 
Wha fUid the Stick out o'er the String 

With fie an Art; 
Wha fang fae fweetly to the Spring, 

And raisMthe Hearti . 

Kinghom may rue the ruefou Day 

That lighted Patie to his Clay, 

Wha gart the hearty Billies ftav 

And fpend their Call,- 

To feehisSnowt, to hear him play, 

And gab fae galh. 
' ■ c wiiea 



t 278 3 

When Strangers landed, wow fae thrang 
Fuffing and peghing he wa'd gang, 
And crave their Pardon that fae lang 

He'd been a comings 
Syne h£s Bread-winner out he'd bang, 

And fa' to bumming. 

Your Honour's Father dead and gane, | 

For him he firit wa'd make his Mane 5 

But foon his Face cou'd make ye fain 

When he did fougfa, 
vrilfu 3 toillu do't again £ 

And gran'd and leugh, 

l*his Sang he made frae his aln Head, 
'And eke, The auli Man's Mare Jbe's dead % 
Tbo Pests ani Tares and a's to halt 

O fy upon her ! 
'A bonny auld Thing this indeed, 

An ? t like ye'r Honour, 

After ilk Tune he took a Sowp a 
And bann-d wi' Birr the corky Cowp, 
That to the PapisJs Country fcowp 

To lear Ha ha's, 
Frae Chxels that fing, hap ? flap and lowp, 

JVantin theB«*—» s* 



C 279 3 
That beardlefs Capons are na Men, 
We by their fozie Springs might ken ; 
But our's, he faid, cou'd Vigour len 

To Men o' Weir* 
And gar them ftout to Battle fieri' 

Withoutten Fear. 

How firft he pra&is'd, ye (hall hear, 
The Harn-pan of an umquhile Mare, 
He ftrung, and ftrak Sounds faft and clear 

Out o' the Pow, 
Which fir'dhis Saul, and gart his Ear 

With Gladnefs glow? 

Sae fome auld-gabet Poets tell, 
Rove's flimble Son and Lacky fnefl, 
Made the firft Fiddle of a * SheJI 5 

On which ApoK* 
With meikle Plealure play'd himfell 

Baith Jig and Solo. 

O Jonny Stochl What comes of thee? 

I'm lure thou'It break thy Heart and die ; 

Thy Bimie gane, thoult never be, 

Nor blytf^ nor aM« 

L To fhake thy fhort Houghs merrily 

Upon a Table. 
C 2 How 

rr -1 inn I n 11 1 - iim — a^ 

* 2*2«e Teflndoj refowxre feptem 

C alii da wrvh^ H o »» 



C 280 3 

How pleafant was't to fee thee diddle, 
[And dance fae finely to his Fiddle, 
[With Nofe forgainft a Lafs's Middle ; ' 

And briskly brag, 
With cutty Steps to ding their Snriddle, 

And gar them fag. 

He catch'd a crifliy Webfter Lown 
[At runkling o' his Deary's Gown, 
And wi' a Rung came o'er his Crown, % 

For being there 5 
But ftarker Thrums got Patfe down, 

And knoofl: him fair. 

Wae worth the Dog, he maifthad feli'd H m ; 
Revengfu' Pate aft green'd to geld him, 
He aw'd a Mends 3 and that he tell'd him, 

And bann'd to do't ; 
He took the Tid, and fairly fell'd him 

For a Recruit. 

Tate was a Carle of canny Senfe, 
An<i wanted ne'er a right bein Spence, 
And laid up Dollars in Defence, 

'GainftEild and .Gout; 

[Well judging Gear in future Tenfe 

Cou'd ftand for Wit. 



Yet 



C 281 3 

Yet prudent Fowk may take the Pet 5 
Anes thrawart Porter wad na let 
Him in, while Latter-meat was het; 

He gaw'd fou fair, 
Flang in his Fiddle o'er the Yate, 

Whilk ne'er did mair. 

But Profit may arife frae Lofs, 
Sae Pate gat Comfort by his Crofs: 
Soon as he wan within the Oofs, 

He doufly drew in 
Mare Gear frae ilka gentle Gofs 

Than bought a new ane. 

When lying Bed Fait 'fick and fair, 
To Par ifii Prieft he promis'd fair, 
He ne'er wad drink fou ony mair; 

* But hale and tight, 
He prov'd the auld Man tp a Hair, 

Strute ilka Night* 

The hally Dad with Care e'flays 
To wile him frae his wanton Ways, 
And tell'd him of his Promife twice ; 

Pate anfwer'd diver, 
* Wha tents what People raving fays, 

JJ When in a Fever* 



m 



C 282 3 

At BothvocU-Brig he gade to fight, 
But being wife as he was wight, 
pe thought it fhaw'd a Saul but flight, 

Dauftly to ftand, 
And let Gun-powder wrang his Sight, 

Or Fiddle-Hand, 

Right pawkily he left the Plain, 
Nor o'er his Shoulder look'd again, 
But fcour'd 0»er Mofs and Moor amain, 

To Riefy ftraight. 
And tald how mony Whigs were (lain. 

Before they faught* 

Sae rve lamented Path's End 5 
But left your Grief o'er far extend, 
Come dight ye'r Cheeks, ye'r Brows unbend, 

And lift ye'r Head, 
For to a» Britain be it kend 

He is not dead* 

17*1. 




PROLOGUE 




C 283 3 



PROLOGUE 

hoke by one of the young Gentlemen y who] 
for their Improvement and Diver fion^ a~ 
Bed %%t ©JpUatT, and $%mi Ot 
t^t&pitl) the la ft Night of the Tear 17x9. 

BR AW Lads, and bonny Laffes, welcome here,--- 
But wha's to entertain ye, — — neyer fpeer^ 
^lietnefs is beft, — «-Tho we be leal and true, 
Good Senfe and Wit's mair than We dare avow, *m*f 
Some Body fays to feme Fowls, We're to blame, 
That 'tis a Scandal and black-burning §feam£ 
To thole young Gallants thus to grow fae fnack. 
And lear - — O mighty Crimes ! ■— to fpeak and a&« 
Stage-Plays, quoth Dunce, are unco* Things indeed! 
He faid, —he gloonfd, —and (hook his thick bofs Head. 
They're Papery, Papery ! cry'd his Niboar ncUJ', 
Contriv'd at Rome by fome malignant Priefl, 
To witch away Fowk's Minds fcae doing well, 
As faith Rab Ker> M\MtMn and M'Ngih 



C a*4 3 

But let them tauk. — — In Spite of ilk Cadaver 
We'll cherifo Wit, and (corn their Fead or Favour; 
We'll ftrlve'to bring in a£Hve Eloquence, 
Tho for a while upon our Fame's Expence. — — » 
I'm wrang.- Our Fame will mount with mettled Carles 3 
And for the reft we'll be aboon their Snarls. 
Knock down the FooIs ; wha dare with empty Rage 
Spit in the Face of Virtue and the Stage. 
'Caufe Hereticks in Pulpits chump and rair, 
Muft naithing orthodox b' expected there ? 
Becaufe a Rump cut off a R^yal Head, 
Muft not -anither Parli'ment fucceed ? 
Thus tho the Drama's aft debauch'd and rude, 
Muit*we, for fome are bad, refufe the good : 
Anfwer me that, - — ii there be ony Log, 
That's come to keek upon us here incogs 
Anes, -'- Twice, Thrice. — But now 1 think on»t, flay 
I've fortieth! ng elfe to do> and rau-1 away, -r— 
This Prologue was defign'd for Ufe and Sport, 
The Chiel that made it, 1st him anfwer for't. 



7&X 

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C 285 J 



7*0 Mr. William Aikman. 

•* 
9 ri ^ I S granted, Sir, Pains may be fparM 

j| Your Merit to fet forth, 
When there's fae few wha claim Regard, 
That difna ken your Worth. 

Yet Poets give immortal Fame 

To Mortals that excel!, 
Which if negleaed they 're to blame J 

But you've done that your fell. 

While frae Originals of yours 

Fair Copies fhall be tane, 
And nYd on Brafs to busk our Bow'fS, 

Your Mem'ry fhall remain,, 

To your ain Deeds the maift deny'«3j 

Or of a Tafte o'er fine, 
Maybe ye're but o*er right! afraid 

Jo fink in Verfe like mine* 

a 



liii 



The laft can ne'er the Reafon prove, 
Elfe wherefore with good Will 

Do ye my nat'ral Lays approve. 
And help me up the Hill ? 

By your Affiftance unconftrain'd 

To Courts I can repair, 
And by your Art my Way I've gain'd 

To Clofets of the Fair. 

Had I a Mufe like lofty Pope, 

For tow'ring Numbers fit, 
Then I th' ingenious Mind might hope 

In trueft Light to hit. 

But comick Tale and Sonnet (lee 

Are cooften for my Share, 
And if in thefe I bear the Gree, 

I'll think it very fair. 



Si? tt%<£ 



w fm 



C 0i 1 

I mmmm$m mmmmmm m 

Cupid thrown into the South-Sea. 

MTRTILL A y as like Venus' fell 
As e'er an Egg was like amther, 
Anes Cupid met upon the Mall, 
And took her for his bonny Mither. 

He wing'd his Way up to her Breaft; 
She ftarted, he cry'd, Mam 'tis mej 
The Beauty, in o'er rafh a Jeft, 
Flang the Arch-Gytling in South-Sea. 

Frae thence he raife wi' guilded Wings, 
His Bow and Shafts to Gowd were changed \ 
Deels V the Sea, quoth he, it dings 5 
Syne back to Mall and Park he rang'd. 

Breathing Mifchief, the God look'd gurly, 
With Transfers a' his Darts were feather'd 5 
He made a horrid hurly burly, 
Where Beaus and Belles were thickefb gathered* 

He tentily Myrtilla fought, 
And in the thrang Change- Alley got her J 
He drew his Bow, and quick as Thought 
With a braw new Subfcription ihot her^ 



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TO THE 

MUSICKCLUB 

E' E R on old Skinar's Plain the Fortrefs rofe, 
Rear'd by thofe Giants who durft Heavn oppofe ; I 
An univerfal Language Mankind us'd. 
* Till daring Crimes brought Accents more confus'd ; 

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Difcord and Tar for Punifhment were hurl'd 
On Hearts and Tongues of the rebellious World. 

The primar Speech with Notes harmonious clear, 
TranFpofing Thought, gave Pleafure to the Ear ; 
Then Mufick in its full Perfection fhin'd, 
When Man to Man melodious fpoke his Mind, 

As when a richly fraughted Fleet is loft 
In rolling Deeps, far from the ebbing Coaft. 
Down many Fathoms of the liquid Mafs, 
The Artift dives in Ark of Oak, or Brafs, 
Snatches fome Ingots of Peruvian Ore, 
,And with his Prise rejoicing makes the Shore* 

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Oft this Attempt is made, and* much they find; 
They fwell in Wealth, tho much is left behind. 

Atnphion's Sons with Minds elate and bright, 
Thus plunge th' unbounded Ocean of Delight. 
And daily gain new Stores of pleafing Sounds 
To glad the Earth, fixing to Spleen its Bounds 5 
While vocal Tubes and Confort Strings engage 
To fpeak the Dialea of the Golden Age. 
Then you whofe Symphony of Souls proclaim 
Your Kin to Heaven, add to your Country's Fame, 
And fhew that Mufick may have as good Fate 
In Albiows Glens, as U/nbria's green Retreat : 
And with CorreUi'S foft Italian Song 
Mix Covodon Knows, and Winter Nights are long* 
Nor (hould the Martial F through be defpis'd, 
Own'd and refined by you, thefe (hall the more be priz'd, 

Each ravifht Ear extolls your Heavenly Art, 
Which fooths our Care, and elevates the Heart, 
Whilft hoarfer Sounds the Martial Ardors move, 
And liquid Notes invite to Shades and Love. 

Hail 



Hail fafe Reftorer of diftemper'd Minds, 
That with Delight the raging Paflion binds Z 
Extatick Concord, only banifht Hell, 
Mo ft perfeft where the perfea Beings dwell. 
Long may our Youth attend thy charming Rites, 
Long may they relifli thy tranfporting Sweets. 

On FRIENDSHIP. 



r a 1 H E Earth-born Clod who hugs his Idol, Pelf, 



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His only Friends are Mammon and himfelf : 
The drunken Sots, who want the Art to think, 
Still ceafe from Friendfhip when they ceafe from Drink. 1 
The empty Fop, who fcarce for Man will pals, 
Ne'er fees a Friend but when he views his Glafs. 

Friendfhip firft fprings from Sympathy of Mind, 
Which to complete the Vertues all combine, 
And only found 'mongft Men who can efpy 
The Merits of his Friend without Envy? 
Thus all pretending Friendship's but a Dream, 
Whofe Safe is not reciprocal Efteem. 

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OF Crawfurd~Moor y born in Leadb'tU, 
Where Min'ral Springs Gkngoner fill, 
Which joins fweet flowing C/^^, 
Between a aid CrawfurLLindfafs Towers.,' 
Ai Deneetne rapid pours 

His Stream thro' Glottal Tide : 
Native of CJjdf dale's upper Ward, 
Bred Fifteen Summers there, 
Tho, to my Lofs, I'm no a Laird 



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To bend wi» ye, and fpend wi' y|u 

An Evening, and gaiFaw f 

If Merit and Spirit 

Be found without a Flaw. 

Since doufly ye do nought at Random^ 
Then take my Bill to Avifandum 5 

And if there's nae Objection, 
I'll deem'c my Honour, and be glad 
To come beneath your Whin- Bujb Shade, 

And claim to its Prote£Hon : 
If frae the Caverns of a Head 

That's bofs, a Storm fhould blawi 
£ttling wi' Spite to rive my Reed, 
And give my Mufe a Fa' 5 

When poring and foarlog 
O'er Heliconian H. i^hts, 
She traces thefe Places 
Where Cyntb'ws delighxii 



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D0 the Great ttliptZ of the SUN, the 
axd April, nine a Clock of the Morning; 
wrote a Month before it happened \ 17 1$, 

NOw I do prefs among the learned Throng^ 
To tell a great Eclipfe in little Song. 
At me nor Scheme, nor Demonftration ask, 
That is our Gregorys, or fam'd Hallefs Task 2 
Tis they who are converfant with each Star^, 
Who know how Planets Planets Rays debar* 
This to pretend my Mufe is not Co bold, 
She only ecchoes what Ihe has been told* 

Our rolling Globe will fcarce have made the Sun- 
Seem half-way up Olytxpus to have run, 
When Night's pale Queen in her oft changed Way, 
Will intercept in direft Line his Way, 
And make black Night ufurp the Throne of Day* 
The Curious will attend that Hour with Care 8 
And wifh no Clouds may hover in the Air a 
To dark the Me&ium> and obftruft from Sight 
The gradual Motion and Detay of L%ht s 

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Whilft thoughtlefs Fools will view the Water Pail, 
iTo fee which of the Planets will prevail j 
For then tljey think the Sun and "Moon make War ; 
Thus Nurfes Tales oft tithes the Judgment mar. 

When this ftrange Darknefs overfhades the Plains, 
TwiB give an odd Surprife t* unwarned Swains ; 
Plain honeft Hinds, Who do' not know the Caufe, 
Nor know of Orbs their Motions or their Laws, 
Will from the half plough'd Furrows homeward bendj 
In dire Confufion, judging that the End 
Of Time approached—— Thus poffeft with Fear, 
They'll think the genera! Conflagration near. 
The Traveller benighted on the RLoad 
Will turn devout, and fupplicate his God. 
Cocks with' their careful Mates and younger Fry, 
As iPt were Evening,, to their Roofts will fly.- 
The horned Cattle will forget to feed, 
And come home lowing from the graffie Mead* 
Each Bird of Day will to his Neft repair, 
And leave to* Bats and Owls the dusky Air* 
The Lark and little Robin's fofter Lay 
fWiiot be heard till the Return- of Day, 



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How this will be great Part cf Europe*s Cafe, 
While Phxbe's as a Mask on Thvbus' Face. 
The unlearn'd Clowns, who don't our Mra know, 
from this dark Friday will their Ages (how ; 
As I have often heard old Country Men 
Talkofcjark Mundaj y and their Ages then. 

Not long (hall laft this ftrange uncommon Gloom, 
When Light difpells the Ploughman's Fear of Doom 
With merry Heart he'll lift his ravifh'd Sight 
Up to the Heavens, and welcome back the Light. 
How juft's the Motion of thefe whirling Spheres! 
Which ne'er can err while Time is mete by Years, 
How vaft is little Man's capacious Soul ! 
That knows how (K^s throw Wilds of Mther roll. 
How great's the Power of that Omnifick Hand? 
Who gave them Motion by his wife Command, 
That they fhould not, white Time had Being, ftand* 












The GENTLEMAN'S Qjialijica 

TIOns, as debated by fome cf the FeU 
lows of the Eafy Club, April iji$. 

FJtom different Ways of thinking come$ Debate, 
ifliis we defpife, and that we over- rate, 
Juft as the Fancy takes, we love or hate. 
Hence Whig and Tory live in endlefs Jar, 
And moft of Families in civil War, 
Hence 'mongft the eafieft Men beneath the Skies^ 
Even in their eafy Dome Debates a rife ; 
As late they did with Strength of Judgment fcan 
Thefe Qualities that form a Gentleman, 
Firft TippermaUch pled with Spwjjb Grace 
That Gentry only fprur.g from antient Race, 
Whofe Names in old Records of Time were fiVd, 
In whofe rich Veins fome Royal Blood was mat, 
I being a Poet fprung from a Douglas's Loin, 
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With this Addition, if they could fpeak Senfe, 
Ambitious I, ah ! had no more Pretence. 
Buchanan with ftiff Argument and bold, 
Pled Gentry took its Birth from powerful GoldL 
Him He£t$r Baece join'd, they argued ftrong, 
Said they, to Wealth that Title muft belong, 
If Men are rich, they're gentle ; and if not, 
You ? ll own theirBirth and Senfe are foon forgot s 
Pray fay, faid they, how much refpeclful Grace 
Demands an old red Coat and mangled Face, 
Or one if he could like an Angel preach, 
If he to no rich Benefice can reach. 
Even Progeny of Dukes are at a ftand 
How to make out bare Gentry without Land. 
But ftill the Do&or would not quit the Field, 
But that rich Upftarts fhould to Birth-right yield* 
He grew more ftiff, nor would the Plea let go, 
Said he was right, and fwore it fhould be fo. 

But happy we who have fuch wholefome Laws 9 
Which without pleading can decide a Caufe, 
To this good Law Recourfe we had at lafr, 
That throws off Wrath, and makes our Friendfhip fafl? 

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In which the Legislators laid the Plot,' 
To end all Controverfy by a Vote, 

Yet that we more good Humor might difplay 9 
We frankly tum'd the Vote another Way, 
As in each Thing we common Topicks (hun 3 
So the great Prize, nor Birth nor Riches won 9 
The Vote was carried thus, That eafy he 
Who fhould three Years a focial Fellow be, 
And to our Safy Cluh give no Offence, 
After Triennial Tryal, fhould commence 
A Gentleman, which gives as juft a Clains 
To that great Title, as the Blaft of Fame 
Can give to them who trade in humane Gore^ 
Or thofe who heap up Hoords of coined Ore ; 
Since in our focial Friendfhip nought's defign'4 
But what may raife and brighten up the Mind $ 
We aiming clofs to walk by Virtue's Rules, 
To find true Honour's felf, and leave her Shade to Fool 



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Inscription on the Gold Tea-pot, gdind by 
Sir James Cuningham o/Milncraig, Bar. 

\ Fter the gaining Edinburgh's Prize 
|XjL The Da Y before with running thrice s 
Me Milncraig's Rock moft fairly won, 
When thrice again the Courfe he run. 
Now for Diverfion 'tis my Share 
To run three Heats a and pleafe the Fair. 



Infcription engraven on the Piece of Plate, 
which was a Punch-bowl and Ladle, gi- 
ven by the Captains of theTrain d Bands 
of Edinburgh, and gain d by Captain 
Charles Crockat'j Swallow. 

Charge me with Nams and limpid Spring, 
Let fowr and fweet be mixf, 
Bend round a Health fyne to the King, 
;| To Edinburgh's Captains next, 
Wha formed me in fae bly th a Shape, 

And gave' me lafting Honours, 
Take up my Ladle, fill and lapCj 

.^nd lay, Fairfa' the Dqjiorso 

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Spoken to troo young Ladies who asked if t ^ 
could fay any tlotng on them : One ex- 
ceed in a beautijul Ccmplethon 7 the o* 
ther in fine Eyes. 



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Pon your Check fits blooming YoutK 



To the other* 
Heaven fparkles In your Eye. 

To both. 
There's fomething fweet about each MoiUh 3 
Dear Ladies let me try. 




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Vides ui alt a ftet nzve caniliutn 

SoraBe * H O R. 



LO O K up to Pentland's towring Taps, 
Buried beneath great Wreaths of SnaW, 
De'r ilka Cleugh, ilk Scar and Slap^ 
As high as ony Roman Wa'« 

Driving their Baws frae Whins or Tee^ 
There's no ae Gowfter to be feen, 
Nor doulfcr Fowk wyfing a-Je& 
The Byafs Bouls on Tamfon's Greene 

Then fling on Coals, and ripe the Ribs^ 
And beek the Houfe baith Butt and Ben,; - 
That Murchken Stoup it hads but Drib% ' 
Then let's get in the tappit Hen. 

Good Claret belt keeps out the tivX&i 
And drives away the Winter foon, 
It makes a Man baith gafh and bauld, 
And heaves his Saul beyond the Moon, 

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Leave to the Gods your ilka Care^ 
If that they think us worth their While^ 
They can a Rowth of Bleffings fpare, 
Which will our fafliious Fears beguile. 

For what they have a Mind to do, 
That will they do, fhould we gang wood \ 
If they command the Storms to blaw, 
Then upo' Sight the Hailftanes thud. 

But foon as e'dr they cry, Bequiet, 
The blatt'ring Winds dare nae mair move, 
But cour into their Caves, and wait 
The high Command of fupreme Jove* 

Let neift Day come as it thinks fit, 
The prefent Minute's only ours, 
On Pleafure let's imploy our Wit, 
And laugh at Fortune's fecklefs Power. 

Be fure ye dinna quat the Grip 
Of ilka Joy when ye are young, 
Before auld Age your Vitals nip, 
And lay ye twafald o'er a Rung. 

Sweet Youth's a blyth and helrtfome Time a 
Then Lads and Laffes while 'tis May a 
Gae pu' the Gowan in its Prim^ 
Before it wither and decay. 



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Watch the faft Minutes of Delyte, 
When Jenny fpeaks beneath her Breath,' 
And kiffes, laying a* the Wyte 
On you, if me kepp ony Skaith. 

Haith ye're ill bred, (he'll fmiling fay, 
Ye'll worry me ye greedy Rook ; 
Syne frae your Arms fhe'll rin away, 
And hide her fell itt fome dark Nook : 

Her Laugh will lead you to the Place 
Where lyes the Happinefs ye want, 
And plainly tells you to your Face, 
Nineteen Nay- fays are haifa Grant, 

Now to her heaving Bofom cling, 
And fweetly toolie for a Kifs, 
Frae her fair Finger whop a Ring," 
As Taiken of a future Blifs. 

Thefe Bennifons, Inn very fure, 
Are of the Gods indulgent Grant; 
Then furly Carles, whifht, forbear 
To plague us with your whining Cant, 



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S A *N G 

P J T I E. 

BY the delicious Warmnefs of thy Mouth, 
And rowing Eye, which fmiling tells the Truth 
I guefs, my Laflie, thatj as well as I 
You're made for Love, and why fhould ye deny* 

P E G I $ 

But ken ye, |L,ad, gin we confefs o'er foon, 
Ye think us cheap, and fyne the Wooing's done % 
The Maiden that o'er quickty tines her Pow'r* 
Like unripe Fruit, will tall but hard and fowr* 

P A ? I E, 

But when they hing o'er lang upon the Tree 3 
Their Sweetnefs they may tine, and fae may yes 
Red cheeked you completely ripe appear, 
'&!$ I have thol'd, and w^o'd a lang haiF Year, 



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Then dinna pu' me ; gently thus I fa* 
Into my Pane's Arms for good and a' ; 
But ftint your Wifhes to this frank Embrace, 
And mint nae farrer till we've got the Graced 

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O charming A'rmfou ! Hence ye Cares away, 
I'll kifs n$ Treafure a' the live lang Day 5 
A 3 Night I'll dream my Kiffes o'er again, 
aTill that Day come that ye'll be a' my ain. 

CHORUS. 

Sun gallop down the Weftlin Skyes 3 
Gang foon to £ed 5 and quickly rife % 
lafiye'r Steeds, poft Time away 9 
And hafie about our Bridel Day ; 
And ifye'r wearfd^ honeii Light s 
Sleep gin ye like a Week that Night* 



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2Tb* Milt, Mitt^O. A SONG; 

BEneath a green Shade I fand a fair Maid 
Was fleeping found and ftill —O, 
A iowan wi* Love my Farifcy did rove, 

Around her with good Will — O • 
Her Bofom I prefs'd, but funk in her Reft, 

She ftir'dna my Joy to fpil] — O : 
While kindly lhe flept, clofe to her I crept, 
And kifs'd, and kifs'd her my fill -.-O. 

Oblig'd by Command in Flanders to land 

T* employ my|Courage and Skill —O 5 
Frae'er quietly I ftaw,-hoilt Sails and awa', 

For Wind blew fair on the Bill — O. 
Twa Years brought me hame, where loud fraifing Fam 

Tald me with a Voice right (hill --O, 
My Lafs like a Fool had mounted the Stool, 

Nor kend wha'cLdone 'er the 111 — O. 

Mair fond of her Charms, with my Son in her Arms' 

; I ferlying fpeer'd how (he fell .-O ; 
>tf i 5 the Tear in her Eye, quoth lhe, Let me die, 

Sweet Sir, gin I can tell ---O. 



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ove ga'e the Command, I took her by th» Hand, 
s And bade her a ' Fears expell — O, 
knd nae mair look wan, for I was the Man 
Wha had done her the Deed my fell — O. 



My bonny fweet Lafs on the gowany Grafs, 

Beneath the Sbilling.biU — O : 
[f I did Offence I'fe make ye Amends 

Before I leave Peggy's Mill —O. 
Othe Mill, MUI---O, and the Kill, Kill—O, 

And the Cogging of the Wheel ---O ; 
The Sack and the Sieve, a' thae ye maun leave, 

And round with a Sodger reel -•- O. 

Colin and Grify parting. 

A SONG, to the Tune of Woes my 

Heart that we Jhoud J under. 

With broken Words and down-caft Eyes, 
Poor Colin fpoke his Paffion tender \ 
And parting with his Grify, cries, 
Ah! woes my Heart that we ihould fufldeni 

To others 1 am cold as Snow, 

But kindle with thine Eyes like Tinder 5 

From thee with Pain I»m forc'd to go, 

It breaks my Heart that we (hould funier*' 

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Chain><l to thy Charms I cannot range, 
No Beauty new my Love (hall hinder, 
Nor Time nor Place fliall ever change 
My Vows, tho we're oblig'd to fundef. 

The Image of thy gracefull Air, 
And Beauties which invite our Wonder 5 

Thy lively Wit and Prudence rare 
Shall ftill be prefent tho we funder. ■ 

Dear Nymph believe thy Swain in this, 
You'll ne'er engage a Heart that's kinder^ 
Then feal a Promife with a Kifs, 
Always to love me tho we (under. 

Ye Gods take Care of my dear Lafs, 
That as I leave her I may find her i 
When that bleft Time (hall come to pafs 
We'll meet again and never funder. 




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K E I T H A = 

A PASTORAL lamenting the Death 
of the Right Honourable Mary Coun* 
tefs of Wigton. 

R 1 N G A m 

O'Er ilka Thing a gen'ral Sadnefs hings ! 
The Burds wi' Melancholly droop their Wings $ 
My Sheep and Kye neglect to moup their Food, 
And feem to think as in a dtimpifh Mood. 
Hark how the Winds Touch mournfu' throu' the Broom* 
The very Lift puts on a heavy Gloom ; 
My Neibour Colin too, he bears a Part, 
His Face fpeaks out the Sairnefs of his Heart 5 
Tel!, tell me Calin y for my bodding Thought, 
A Bang of' Fears into my Bread has brought. 

COLIN. 

Where haft thou been.fliou Simpleton, wha fpeers 

The Caufe of a' our Sorrow and our Tears ? 

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Wha unconcern 9 d can hear the common Skaitfa 
The Warld receives by lovely fceitka's Death?, 
The bonnieft Sample of what's good and kind, 
Fair was her Make, and heav'nly was her "Mind* 
But now this fweeteft Flower of a' our Plain 
Leaves Us to figh, tho a' our Sighs are vain 5 
ton never mair (he'll grace the heartfome Green, 
Ay heartfome when (he deign'd there to be feen* . 
Speak Flowry Meadows where (he us'd to wauk, 
Speak Flocks and Burds wha've heard her (ing or tank | 
Pid ever you fae meikle Beauty bear ? 
Or ye fae mony heav'nly Accents hear ? 
Ye painted Haughs, ye Minftrels of the Air 
Lament, for lovely Kehha is nae mair. 

R J N G A M 

Ye weftlin Winds that gently us'd to play 
On her white Breaft, and ileal fome Sweets away, 
Whilft her delicious Breath perfum'd your Breeze, 
Which g-ratefu'-F/ortf tookto)feed her Bees. 
Bear on your Wings, round Earth, her fpotclefs Fame,- 
Worthy that noble Race from whence (he came : 
^founding Braes where e'er fhe us'd to lean, 
find yiew tltf Cryftal Burn glide o'ei fhe Green, 



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Return your Echoes to our mpurnfu* Sang, 
And let the Streams in Murmures bear'talang. 
Ye unken'4 Powers, wha Water haunt or Air, 
Lament, for lovely Keith* is nae mair, 

COLIN. 

Ah ! . wha cou s d tell the Beau ties of her Face, 
Her Mouth that never op'd but wi' a Grace ; 
Her Een which did wi^h heav'nly Sparkles low, 
Her modeft Cheek flufh'd with a rofie Glow, 
Her fair brent Brow, fmooth as the urirunkled Deep, 
When a' the Winds are in their Caves afleep $ 
Her Prefence like a Simmer's Morning Ray, 
Lighten'd our Hearts, and gart ilk Place look gay,' 
Now twin'd of Life, thefe Charms look cauld and Mae, 
And what before gave Joy, now makes us wae. 
Her Goodnefs Ihin'd in ilka pious Deed, — - *s 
A Subject, Ringan, for a lofty Reed ! 
A Shepherd's Sang maun1Tc)high Thoughts decline^ 
Left ruftick Notes fhould darken what's divine. 
Youth, Beauty, Graces, a' that's good ancj fair 
lament, for lovely Keitba is nae mair. 



R I N G A W 

How tenderly fhe fmooth'd our Mailer's Mind, 
When round bis manly Waift her Arms fhe twin»d, 
And look'd a thoufand faft Things to his Heart, 
While native Sweetnefs fought nae Help frae Art. 
To him her Merit fUll appear'd mair bright, 
As yielding fhe own'd his fuperior Right. 
Baith faft and found he flept within her Arms, 
Gay were his Dreams, the Influence of her Charms. 
Soon as the Morning dawn'd he'd draw the Screen, 
And watch the op'ning of her fairer Een ; 
Whence fweeteft Rays gufht out in fie a Thrang, 
Beyond Expreffion in my rural Sang. 

COLIN. 
O Clementina ! fprouting fair Remains 
Of her , wha was the Glory of our Plains : 
pear Innocence with Infant parknefs blefr, 
Which hides the Happi'nefs that thou haft mift, 
May a' chy Mither's Sweets thy Portion be, 
&n4 a' thy Mither's Graces Ihine In thee. 

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R I N G A N. 
She loot us ne'er gae hungry to the Hill, 1 
And a' fne gae, (he geed it wi' good Will; 
Fow mony, mony a ane will mind that Day 
On which frae us (he's tane fae foon away, 
Baith Hynds and HerdsjWha's Cheeks befpake nae Scanty 
And throu' the Howms could whiiHe, ling and rant. 
Will mifs her fair, till happily they find 
Anither in her Place fae good and kind. 
The Laffes wha did at her Graces mint 
Ha'e by her Death their bonnieft Pattern tint; 
P ilka ane wha did her Bounty skair, 
Lament, for gen'rous Keitka is nae main 

COLIN: 

O Ringan, "Ringan ! Things gang fae uneven, 

I canna well take up the Will of Heav'n : 

Our Crofles teughly laft us mony a Year, 

But unco foon our Bleffings difappear. 
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Til tell thee, CoUn 9 my laft Sunday's Note," 
I tented well Mefs Thamas ilka Jot 5 

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The Powers aboon are cautious as they're juft^ 
And dinna like to gi'e o'er meikle Truft 
To this uaconftant Earth with what's divine.; 
]Left in laigh Damps they fhould their Luftre tine* 
Sae let*s leave affour Murmuring and Tears, 
And never value Life by Length of Years; 
But as we can in Ooodnefs it employ, 
Syne wha dies firft, firft gains eternal Joy; 
Come, Colin, dight your Cheeks, and banifli Care^ 
pur Lady's happy s tho with us nae mair. 




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The beautiful Rofe Tree enclofed. 

With Aw and Pleafure we behold thy Sweets, 
Thy lovely Ftofes have their pointed Guards 5 
Yet tho the Gath'rer Oppofition meets. 
The fragrant Purchafe all his Pain rewards* 

But hedg'd about and watch' d with warry Eyes 9 
O Plant fuperior, beautiful and fair, 
We view thee like yon Stars which gem the Skies^ 
But equally to gain we mult defpair*. 

Ah ! were thou growing on fome fecret Flalfy 
And found by me, how ravifht would I meet 
All thy tranfporting Charms to eafe my Pain* 
And feaft my raptured Soul on all that's fweet. 

Thus fung, poor Sjmon : Symon was in Love s 
Jfclis too afpiring Paffion made him fmart; 
The Rofe Tree was a Miftrefs far above 
The Shepherd's Hope, which broke his tender Heart, 



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Spoken to three young Ladies \who wonk 
have me to determine which, of then 
was the honniejh 

ME anes three Beauties did far round, 
And ilka Beauty gave a Wound, 

Whilft they with (failing Eye, 
Said, Allan, which think ye maift fair ? 
Gi'e Judgment frankly, never fpare. 

Hard is the Task faid I; 
But added, feeing them fae free, 
Ladies ye maun fay malr to me, 

And my Demand right fair is; 
Firft, like the gay Celeftial Three, 
Shaw a' your Charms, and then ha'e wi' ye a 

Faith I fhall be your Pans. „ 



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EPISTLE 

T O 

[ A M E s Arbuckle of Bel- 
faft, A. M. 

Edinburgh i Jan, 1719! 

r % S Errant Knight with Sword and Piftol, 
JLJl Beftrides his Steed with mighty Fi'ftle | 
Then ftands fome Time in jumbled Swithsr 
To ride in this Road or that ither 5 
At laft fpurs on, and diftia care for 
A how, a what Way, or a- wherefore. 

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Or like extemporary Quaker, 
Wafting his Lungs t* enlighten weakef 
La!nthorhs of Clay, where Light is wanting^ 
With formlefs Phrafe, arid formal Canting} 
While Jdeob Behrrietfs Salt does feafon, 
And faves his Thought frae corrupt ReafonJ 
(Growling aloud with Motions queerer!, 
Yerking thefe Words out which ly neareft^ 

Thsis t (no loitger to illuitrate 

With' Sicilies, left I mould fruftratef 

Defign Laconick of a Letter, 

With Heap of Language and no Matter,} 

fiarfg'd up thy blyth auld-famion'd WMftleJ 

To fowf ye o'er a fhort Epirlle, 

Without Rule, Compaffes or Charcoal* 

Or ferious Study in a dark Hole. 

Three Times I ga'e the Mufe a Rug* 

Then hue my Nails and claw'd my Ltigj 

Still heavy, U the laft my Nofe 

I primed with an infpiring Dofe 4 - 

tf hetf did Ideas dance, (dear fafe us !} 

'M they'd been da& ****** Here ends' the Preface - 

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Good Mr." fames Arhuckhy Sir, 
( That's Merchant's Stile as clean as Fir ) 
Ye're welcome back to Cakdome, 
Lang Life and Thriving light upon y«, 
Harveft, Winter, Spring and Summer, 
And ay keep up your heartfome Humor, 
That ye may thro' your lijcky Task go, 
Of brufhing up our Sifter Glafgow ; 
Where Lads are dextrous at improving. 
And docile Lades fair and loving : 
But netfer tent thefe Fellows Girning^ 
Wha wear their Faces ay in Mourning, 
And frae pure Dulnefs are malicious, 
^Terming ilk Turn that's witty, vicious. 

Now, Jamie, in neift Place, Secundo, 

To give you what's your Due in mundo % 

That is to fay in hame-cer Phrafes, 

To tell ye, Men of Mettle praifes 

Ilk Verfe of yours when they can light on't, 

And trouth I think they're in the right on*t$ 

For there's ay fbmething fae auldfarran, 

ji $Q$ Aid, fae uncbnftrain'd and darri% 
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In ilka Sample we have feen yet, 

That little better e'er has been yet. 

Sae much for that. — - My Friend Arbuclk^ 

I ne'er afore roos'd ane fae muckle. 

Faufe Flat»ry nane but Fools will tickle, 

That gars me hate it like auld Nicol: 

But when ane's of his Merit confcious, 

He»s in the wrang, when prais'd, that glunfiiesi 

Thirdly, Not tether'd to Connexion, 
But rattling by infpir'd Direction, 
When ever Fame, with Voice like Thunder} 
Sets up a Chield a Warld's Wonder, 
Either for flafhing Fowk to dead, 
Or having Wind- mills in his Head, 
Or Poet, or an airy Beau, 
Or ony twa Leg'd Rary-fhow, 
They wha have never feen't are bifly; 
Jo fpeer what like a Carlie is he. 

lmplmh then, for Tallnefs I 
Am five Foot and four Inches high ; 
A Black-a-vic'd fnod dapper Fallow, 
J^or lean, nor overlaid wi' Tallow | 



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With Phiz of a Moroco Cut, 
RefemWing a late Man of Wit, 
Auld-gabbet Spec, wha was fae cunning 
Jo be a Dummie ten Years running. 

Then for the Fabrick of my "Mind, 
*Tis mair to Mirth than Grief inclin'd,; 
I rather choofe to laugh at Folly, 
Then fliow Diflike by Melancholly : 
Well judging a fowr heavy Face 
Is not the trueft Mark of Grace. 

I hate a Drunkard or a Glutton,' 
Yet am nae Fae to Wine and Mutton, 1 
Great Tables ne'er engag'd my Wifhes, 
When crowded with o'er mony Dilhes \ 
A health fu* Stomach Iharply fet 
Prefers a Back-fey piping het« 

I never cou'd imagin't vicious 
Of a fair Fame to be ambitious : 
Proud to be thought a comick Poet,' 
And let a Judge of Numbers know it \ 
I court Occafion this to fliow it* 



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Second of thirdly, — — pray take heed, 1 
Ye's get a fhort Swatch of my Creed. 
To follow Method negatively 
Ye ken takes Place of pofitiyely. 
Weil then, I'm nowther Whig nor Tpry^ 
Nor Credit give to Purgatory, 
Tranfub, Lomta-houfe, and mae Tricks, 
As Prayers to Saints, Katties and Patricks $ 
Nor A^gilHe, nor Eefi Clarlfonian, 
Kor Mountaineer, nor Mugletonian ; 
Nor can believe, an'tis nae great Ferly; 
In Cotmoor Fowk, and Andrew Harhj\ 

Neift, Anti~Tdan&) Blunt and Whff^ 
Enow pofitively I'm a Chriftian 3 
Believing Truths and thinking free 8 , 
Wifhingthrawn Parties wad agree. 

f * 
Say, wad ye ken my Gate of Fending,' 

My Income, Management and Spending I 

Born to nae I^airdflrip, mair's the Pity 2 

jfct Denifon of this fair City? , 



I makjj 



t make what honeft Shift I can, 

And in my ain Houfe am Good-man,' 

Which ftandson Edinburgh's Street the Sun-fide^ 

Where I theek th'out, and line the Infide 

Of mony a doute and witty Pafh, 

And baith Ways gather in the Cafli ; 

Thus heartily I graze and beau it, 

And keep a Wife ay great wi' Poet* 

Contented I have fie a Skair, 

As does my Bufinefs to a Hair 5 

And fain waM prove to ilka Sest 

That Poortith's no the? Poet's Lot» 

fourthly and laftly baith together; 
£ray let us ken when ye come hither § 
There's mony a canty Carle and me- 
Wa'd be much comforted to fee ye : ] 
But if your outward be refraelory, 
Send us your inward Manufactory 5 

**% when we're kedgy o'er our ClaretJ 
■Jvecorrefpond may with your Spirit, 



Accept 



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Accept of my kind Wiflies, with 
The fame to Dons Buttler and Smith ; 
Health, Wit and Joy, Sauls large and free 
Be a' your Fates,— fae GOD be wi* ye# 




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On VlT. 



MY eafy Friends, fince ye think fie 
This Night to lucubrate on Wit 5 
And fince ye judge that I compofe 
My Thoughts in Rhime better than Profe, 
I'll give my Judgment in a Sang, 
And here it comes be't right or'wrang. 
Butfirft of a* I'll tell a Tale 
That with my Cafe runs parallel. 

There was a manting Lad in Fife, 
Wha cou'd na for his very Life 
Speak without hammering very lang, 
Yet never manted when he fang*- 
His Father's Kiln he anes faw burning, 
"Which gart the Lad run breathlefs mourning 9 
Hameward with diver Strides he lap, 
To tell his Daddy his Mifhap. 

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-At Diftance e'er he reach'd the Door^ 
He ftood and rais'd a hideous Roar, 
His Father when he heard his Voice, 
Stept out and faid, Why a' thfe Noifef 
The Callant gap'd and glowr'd about, 
But no ae Word could he lug out. 
His Dad cry'd, kenning his Defeft, 
Sing, fing, or I (hall break your Neck. 
Then foon he gratify »d his Sire, 
And fang aloud. Tour Kiln's a Firs. 

Now ye'U allow there's Wit in that* 
To tell a Tale fo very pat. 
Bright Wit appears in rtiony a Shape, 
Which fome invent and others ape. 
Some fhaw their Wit in wearing ClaithSj 
And fome in coining of new Aiths ; 
There's crambo Wit in making Rhime, 
And dancing Wit in beating Time: 
There's mettl'd Wit in Story-telling, 
In writing Grammar, and right Spelling*' 
Wit, (bines in Knowledge of Politicks, 
,*&n,4 wow ! what Wit's amang the Criticksi 



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So far, my Mates, excufe me while I play 
In Strains Ironick with that heavenly Ray, 
Rays which the humane Intellects refine, 
'And make the Man with ferillant Luftre mine, 
Marking him fprung from Qrigine divine. 
Yet may a well rig'd Ship be full of Flaws 2 
So may loofe Wits regard no facred Laws z 
That Ship the Waves will foon to Pieces fhake, 
So 'midft his Vices finks the witty Rake. 
But when on Firil-rate- virtues Wit attends. 
It both itfelf and Virtue recommends, 
And challenges RefpecT: where e'er its Blaze extends.. 




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To the Right Hononourable, 

The Town Council of E d i n b u r g h, 

THE 

ADDRESS 

O F 

Allan Ramsay. 

YOur Poet humbly meanrind fhaws, 
That contrair to juft' Rights and Laws 
I've fufFer'd muckle Wrang, 
By Lucky Reid and Ballad Singers, 
Wha thumM with their coarfe dirty Fingers 

Sweet Edie's Funeral Sang. 
They fpoird my Senfe, and flaw my Cajh, 
24 y Mufes Pride margully'dj 

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And printing it like their vile Trafb, 
The honexT: Lieges whillyM. 

Thus undone to London 
It gade to my Difgrace, 
Sae pinipin and limpin 
In Rags wi s bluther'd Face. 

Yet gleg-ey'd Friends throw the Difguife 
Receiv'd it as a dainty Prize 

For a' it was fae hav'ren, 
Gart L'mtoi take it to his Prefs, 
And dead it in a faraw new Drefs^ 

Syne took it to the Tavern. 
But tho it was made clean and braw 3 

Sae fair it had been knoited. 
It blather'd Buff before them a% 
And aftentimes turn'd doited- 
It grlevM me, and reav'd me 
Of kindly Sleep and Reft, 
By Carlings and Codings 
To be fae fair opp:e& 

Wherefore to you, ne'er kend to guide ill, 
But wifely hadd the good Town's Bridle 3 



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My Cafe I plainly tell, 
And, as your ain, plead I may have 
Your Word of Weight, when now I crave 

To guide my Gear my fell. 
Then clean and fair the Type fhall be, 

The Paper like the Snaw, 
jNor fhall our Town think fhame wi' me 3 
When we gang far awa. 

What's wanted, if granted 
Beneath your honourd Wing, 
Baith hantily and cantily 
Your Supplicant fhall fjng; 




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To' fome young Ladies who had been dif- 
pleas d at a Gentleman s too imprudently 
afferting. That to be eondemn'd to per- 
petual Virginity was the greateft Punifb- 
merit could be inflided on any of their 
Sex. 

WHether eondemn'd t 5 a Virgin State 
By the fuperior Powers, 
Would to your Sex prove cruel Fate, 
I'm fure it would to ours. 

From you the numerous Nations fpringj 

Your Breafts our Beings fave, 
Your Beauties make the youthful fing, 

And footh the old and grave. 

Alas !' how foon would every Wight 

Defpife both Wit and Arms ? 
To primitive old Chaos Night 

We'd fink without your Charm:;-, 

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No more our Breath would be our Care.; 

Were Love from us exil'd, 
Sent back to Heayen with all the Fair^ 

This World would turn a Wild. 

Regardlefs of thefe facred Ties, 
Wife, Husband, Father, Sou, 

All Government we would defpife,. 
And like wild Tygers run. 

Then, Ladies, pardon the Miftake s 
And with th' accus'd agree, 

I beg it for each Lover's fake, 
Low bended on my Knee. 

And frankly with what has been faid 

By the audacious Youth, 
Might be your Thought, but I'm afraid 

It will not prove a Truth. 

For often, ah ! you make us groan 

By your too cold Difaain, 
Then quarrel with us when we moan 

And rave amidfi: our Pain. 



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To tae Right Honourable 



W I L L I A M 

JEW of Da lhousie. 



Maecenas atavis edits Regibus, 

H O R. 



Alhoufie of an auld Defcent, 
My Chief, my Stoup and Ornament 
For Entertainment -a wee while. 
Accept this Sonnet with a Smile ; 
Setting great Horace in my View 3 
He to Mecexas, I to you : 
But that my Mufe .may fing with Eafe 7 
1*11 keep or tap Mm as I jfleate* 

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How differently are Fowk inclin'd? 
There's hardly twa of the fame Mind ! 
Some like to ftudy, fome to play, 
Some on the Links to win the Day, 
And gar the Courfer rin like wood, 
A 5 drapin down with Sweat and Blood ; 
The Winner fyne aiTuines a Look 
Might gain a Monarch or a Duke, 
Neiit, view the Man with pauky Fac$ 
Has mounted to a famous Place, 
Inclin'd by an o'er-ruling £ate, 
He's pleas'd with his uneafy State: 
Glowr'd at a while, he gangs fou braw, 
.Till frae his kittle Poft he fa'. 

The Lothian Farmer he likes beft 
Jo be of good faugh Riggs porTeft, 
And fen upon a frugal Stock, 
Where his Forbears had us'd the Yoke ; 
Nor is he fond to leave his Wark, 
And venture in a rotten Bark, 
Syne unto for a ff Countries fteer 
On fumbling Waves to gather Gear* 



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The Merchant wreck'd upon the Main 
Swears he'll ne'er venture on't again ; 
That he had rather live on Cakes, 
And fhyreft Swats, with Landart Maiks, 
As rin the Risk by Storms to have, 
When he is dead, a living Grave. 
But Seas turn fmooth, and he grows fain,, 
And fairly takes his Word again : 
Tho he fhou'd to the Bottom fink, 
Of Poverty he downa think. , 

Some like to laugh their Time away. 
To dance while Pipes or Fiddles play, 
And have nae Senfe of ony Want 
As lang a^s they can drink and rant. 

The rat'ling Drum and Trumpet's Tout, 
Delight young Swankies that are ftout : 
What his kind'frighted Mother ugs, 
Is Mufick to the Soger's Lugs. 

..The Hunter with his Hounds and Hawks 
Bangs up afore his Wife awakes y 

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Nor fpeers gin (he has ought to fay, 
But fcowrs o'er Highs and Hows a' Day, 
Throw Mofs and Moor ; nor does he, pare 
Whether the Day be foul or fair, 
If he his trufly Hounds can cheer 
To hunt the Tod, or drive the Peer* 

May I be happy in my Lays, 
And win a lafting Wreath of Bays, 
Is a' my With, — Well pJeas'd to fing 
Beneath a Tree, or by a Spring ; 
While Lads an4 LaiTes on the Mead 
Attend my Caledonian Reed, 
And with the fweeteft Notes rehearfe 
My Thoughts, and ropfe me for my Verfe. 

If you, my Lord, clafs me arnang- 
Thofe who have fung baith faft and itrang^ 
Of fmiling Love or doughty Deed, 
To Stains fublime I'll life my Head. 






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Pwfwfwrlwiflff f : 
Clyde s Welcome 

TO HIS 

P RI NCE 

WHat chearful* Sounds from ev'ry Side I hear, 
How beauteous on their Banks my Nymphs 
appear ; 
Got throw thefe many Mountains at my Source, 
O'er Rocks ftupendous of "my upper Courfe, 
To thefe fair Plains where I more fmoothiy move, 
Throw verdant Vales to meet Evana's Love* 
Yonder fhe comes beneath Voiona^ Shade, 
How blyth fhe looks! How fweet and gay lie clade; ■ 
H^r flowry Bounds bears all the Pride of May y 
While round her foft Meanders Shepherds play. 
Hail lovely Naid, to my Bofom large, 
Amidft my Stores commit thy chryihl Charge, 

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And fpcak thefe Joys all thy Deportment fliewsj 
That to old Ocean I may have good News. 
With folemn Voice thus fpoke majeftick Clyde, 
In fofcer Notes lovd Evan thus reply »d, 

Great Glotta, long have I had Caufe to mourn, 
While my forfaken Stream guiht from my Urn : 
Since my late LORD, fcis Nation's juft Delight s 
Greatly lamented, funk in endlefs Night : 
His hopeful STEM, our chief Defire and Boaft, 
Expos'd to Danger on fo me foreign Coat ; 
Lonely for Years, I've murmur'd on my Way, 
When dark I wept, and figh'd in finning Day. 

The Sire returmd, Jufl: Reafons for thylPains^ 
So long to wind through folitary Plains : 
Thy Lofs was mine, I fympathiz'd with thee, 
Since one our Griefs, then Oiare thy Joys with me« 

Then hear me, liquid Chiftain of the Dale, 

Hufh all your Cat'ratls, till I tell my Tale, 

Then rife and rore, and kifs your bord'ring Flowers^ 

And found our Joys around yon lordly Towers; 

Yon lordly Towers, which happy now contain 

Our brave and youthful PRINCE returned again: 

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Welcome, in loudeft Raptures, cry'd the Flood, 
His Welcome echo'd from each Hill and Wood. 
Enough Evana, long may they contain 
The noble Youth fafely return'd again. 
From the green Mountain where I lift my Head, 
With my twin Brothers Annan and the Tweed, 
To thofe high Arches where, as Culdees ling, 
The pious Mango fifh'd the Trout and Ring, 
My faireft Nymphs (hall on my Margin play. 
And make ev'n all the Year one holy Day : 
The Sylvan Powers, and Watches of each Hight, 
Where Fleecy Flocks and climbing Goats delight, 
Shall from their Groves and rocky Mountains roam. 
To join with us, and ring his Welcome home. 
With lofty Notes we'll found his high Defcenr a 
His dawning Merits and heroick Bent ; 
Thefe early Rays which "ftedfaftly fhall fhine, 
And add new Glories to his ancient Line ; 
A Line ay loyal, fir'd with generous Zeal, 
The braveft Patrons of the Common-weal. 
From him who plung'd his Sword (fo Mufes ling) 
peep in his Breaft who durffc defame our King; 

Wei 



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We'll fing the Fire which in his Bofom glows, ' 
To warm his friends, and fcorch his daring Foesj 
Endow'd with «U1 thefe fweet, yet manly Charms, 
As fits him for the Fields of Love or Arms, 
Fixt in an high and independent State, 
Above to aft what's little to be great, g 

Guard him,firft Power^ whofe Hand -directs the Sun- 
Arid teaches me throw Caverns dark to run ; 
Long may he on his own fair Plains refide, 
And flight my Rival Thames, and love his Clyde* 







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syy y s^jMK&ai ^ ^^ w«™^$^$w%^$m 

On the nioft Honourable 

The Marquefs of B O W M O N T £ 
Cutting off bis Hair* 

g~^ Hall Berenice's Treffes mount the Skies 9 

Belinda's Lock invite the fmootheft Lays 
Of him whole Merit claims the Britijh Bays 5 
And not, dear Boiomont, beautiful and young* 
The graceful Ringlets of thy Head be fung ? 
How many tender Hearts thine Eyes hath paind jj 
How many fighing Nymphs thy Locks have chained ? 

The God of Love beheld him wifli Envy* 
And on Cjttfrerfs Lap began to cry, 
All drench'd in Tears, " O Mother help your SonJ 
" Elfe by a mortal Rival I'm undone ; 
« With happy Charms h' encroaches nt/ Sway, 
f His Beauty difconcerts the Fiots I lay. 

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-« When I've made Chios her humble Slave admire^ 

" Straight he appears and kindles new Delire; 

u She fighs for him, and all my Art beguiles, 

6{ Whilft he, like me, commands and carelefs fmiles* 

* s Ah me! thefe fable Circles of his Hair, 

f. c Which wave around his Beauties red and fair s 

€€ I cannot bear ! Adonis would feem dim, 

5 C With all his flaxen Locks, if plac'd by him. 1 * 

Venus reply*d, " No more, my deareft Boy, 
K Shall thofe inchanting Curls thy Peace deftroy 5 
" For ever fep'rate they ihall ceafe to grow, 
C£ Or round his Cheek, or on his Shoulders flow ; 
<c I'll ufe my Slight, and make them quickly feel 
tc Their Honour's loft by the invading Steel : 
" I'll turn my felf in Shape of Mode and Health, 
€i And gain upon his youthful Mind by Stealth : 
H Three Times the Sun (hall not have rouz'd the Morn a 
« E'er he confent thefe from him fhall be (horn,'* 

The Promife fhe perform' d, but Labour vain, 

And ftill fhall prove while his bright Eyes remain ; 

And of Revenge blind Cupid muft defpair, 

i&s long's the lovely Sex are gtac'd with Hair % 

Theyll 



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They'll yield the conquering Glories of their HeadSj 

To form around his Beauty eafy Shades ; 

And in Return Thalia fpaes and frngs, 

Bis lofd off Locks JhaBfparkle in their Rings. 

I11S UK HI Hi* ^ ^ 

A N 

EPISTLE 

T0 ^ Friend at Florence, in his Way to 
Rome. 

YOur fteady Impulfe foreign Climes to view 3 
To itudy Nature, and what Art can fhew 3 
I now approve, while my warm Fancy walks 
O'er Italy, and with your Genius talks. 
We trace "with glowing Breaft and piercing Lock 
The curious Galery of th' illuftrious Duke, 
Where all thofe Matters of the Arts divine, 
With Pencils, Pens, and Chizels greatly flune 3 
Immortalizing the Auguftw Age s 
QnMedalls 3 Canvafs, Stone,, or writen Page, 

t ~ Profiles. 



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Profiles and Bufts Originals exprefs, 
And antique Scrols, old e'er we knew the Pref?, 
Fons Love to Science, and each virtuous Scot, 
May Days unnumbered be great Cofmus' Lot, 

The fweet Hefperian Fields you'll next explore, 
? Twixt Amu? Banks and Tiber's fertile Shore. 
J^ow, now I wifh my Organs could keep Pace 
With my fond Mufe and you thefe Plains to trace, 
We^d enter Xom with an uncommon Tafte, 
And feed our Minds on every famous WaHe s 
Amphitheaters, Columns, Royal Tombs, 
Triumphal Arches, Ruins of vaft Domes, 
pld aerial Aquedu&s, and ftrongpav'd Roads, 
^hich feem to've been not wrought by Men, but God?, 

Thefe viewd, we'd then furvey with outmoft Care 
What modern Rome produces fine or rare, 
Where Buildings rife with all the Strength of Art, 
Proclaiming their great Architect's Defert, 
Which Citron Shades furround and Jeffaniine, 
And all the Soul of Raphael ftiines within : 
Then we'd regale our Ears with founding Notes, 
^hfeh warble toneful thro' the beardlefs Throats ; 



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[oin'd with the vib'rating harmonious Strings, 
nd breathing Tubes, while the foft Eunoch fmgs. 

Of all thofe Dainties take a hearty Meal ; 
But let your Refolution ftill prevail; 
Return before your Pleafure grow a Toil, 
To longing Friends, and your own native Soil ; 
Preferve your Health, your Virtue ftill improve 
flensre you'll invite Prote&ion from above. 




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mmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmi 



To Sir William Bennet 1 
Grubbet, JBar. 

WHile now in Difcord giddy Changes reel, 
And fome are rack'd about on Fortuned 
Wheel, 
You with undaunted Stalk, and Brow ferene. 
May trace your Groves, and prefs the dewy Green § 
No guilty Twangs your manly Joys to wound, 
Or horrid Dreams to make your Sleep unfound. 

To fuch as you, who can what's hafe defpife, 
Nature's all beautiful 'twixt Earth and Skies* 
Not hurried with the Thirft of unjuft Gain, 
You can delight your felf on Hill or Plain, 
Obferving when thofe tender Sprouts appear, 
Which crowd with fragrant Sweets the youthful Yeari 
Your lovely Scenes of Marhfield abound 
With as much Choife as is in Britain found; 



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lere faireft Plants from Nature's Bofom ftarfe 
rem Soil prolifick, ferv'd with curious Art ; 
ere oft the heedful Gazer is beguil'd, 
nd wanders through an artificial Wild, 
Jwhile native flowry Green, and cjiriftal Strands* 
appear the Labours of ingenious Hands. 

Moft happy he who can thofe Sweets enjoy, 
With Tafte refin'd, which does not eafy cloy* 
1 Not fo Plebeian Souls, whom fporting Fate 
Thrufts into Life upon a large Eftate, 
While Spleen their weak Imagination fowrs, 
They're at a Lofs how to imploy their Hours s 
The fweeteft Plants which faireft Gardens (how, 
! Are loft to them, for them unheeded grow. 
Such purblind Eyes ne'er view the fon'rous Page 3 
Where fhines the Raptures of poetick Rage, 
Nor through the Microfcope can take Delight, 
T'obferve the Tusks and Briftles of a Mite $ 
Nor by the lengthen'd Tube learn to defcry 
Thefe fhining Worlds which roll around the Sky* 
©id fuch read Hift'ry to improve their Skill, 
polite Excufe! Their Memories are ill. 



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Moll's Maps may in their Dining-rooms make fhow* 
But their Contents they're not oblig'd to know 5 
And gen'rous Friendfhip's out of Sight too fine, 
They think it only means a Giafs of Wine. 

But he whofe chearful Mind hath higher flown, 
And adds learn'd Thoughts of others to his own. 
Has feen the World, and read the Volume Man, 
And can the Springs and Ends of Anions fcan, 
Has fronted Deaths in Service of his King, 
And drunken deep of the Caftalian Spring 5 
This Man can live, **««• and happieft Life's his due jV 
Can be a Friend j — «■** a Virtue known to few j jj 
Yet all fuch Virtues ftrongly fhine in you* ». 




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iti Q R A C E fo VlRGlL, on his tak- 
ing a Voyage to Athens, 



Sic te diva puns Cypt 



D Cyprian Goddefs twinkle clear, 
And Helens Brithers ay appear^ 
fe Sjarc wha ihed a lucky Light, 
,ufi)icious ay keep in a Sight 5 
ing Eol grant a tydie Tirl, 
iut boaft the Blaft that rudely Whirl J 
ear Ship be canny with your Care, 
At Athens land my Virgil fair ; ; 
Syne loon and Cafe, baith Lith and Spaulj 
Bring hame the tae haffV my Saui, 

Daring and unco ftout he was, 
With Heart hool'd in three SloUghs of Bnfs 3 
\Vha ventur'd fir ft on the rough Sea, 

JYith hempen Branks and Horfe of Tree: 

M 



mi 



C 3$Q 3 

Wha on the weak Machine durft ride 
Throu' Tempefts and a rairing Tide \ 
Nor clinty Craigs, nor Hurrycane, 
That drives the Adriatick Main, 
And gars the Ocean gowl and quake, 
Cou'd e'er a Saul fae fturdy fbake : 
The Man wha cou'd fie Rubs win o'er, 
Without a Wink at Death might glowr^ 
Wha unconcern'd can take his Sleep 
Amang the Monfters of the Deep. 

Jove vainly twin'd the Sea and Eard, 
Since Mariners are not afraid. 
With Laws of Nature to difpence, 
And impioufly treat Providence. 
Audacious Men at nought will Jiand 
When vicious Paffions have command, 
Prometheus vestur'd up and /law 
A lowan Coal frae Heav'ns high Ha' j 
Unfonfy Thi[t, which Feavers brought 
In Bikes, which Fowk like Sybous nought; 
Then Death erft flaw began to ling, 
M& &% as Haps to dart his- Stiag.- 



C 3ft 1 

Neift Dxdalus muft contradict 
Nature forfooth, and Feathers ftick 
Upon his Back, fyne upward ftreek, 
And in at Jove's high Winnocks keek, 
While Hercules, wi's Timber Mell, 
Plays rap upo' the Yates of Hell. 

What is't Man winna ettle at ? 
Fen wi' the Gods he'll bell the Cat z 
Tho Jove be very Laith to kill, 
(They winna let his Bowt ly ftill. 

An Ode to Mr. F- 



Solvitur acris biems i ■ 

HOR. 



NOw Go wans fprout and Lavrocks fing, 
And welcome Weft-winds warm the Spring, 
O'er Hill and Dale they faftly blaw, 
And drive the Winter's Cauld awa. 
The -Ships lang gyzen'd at the Peer, 

Mow fpread their Sails and fmoothly fteer* 

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t 352 ] 

The Nags and Nowt hate wiflen'd Strfc 
And frisking to the Fields they gae | 
Nor Hynds wi' Elfon and Hemp Lingtej 
Sit foiling Shoon out* o'er tjie Ingle* 
Now bonny Haughs their Verdure fyoaft, 
That late were clade wi' Snaw and Fron% 
With h'er gay Train the Taphian Queen 
By Moon- light dances on the Green 5 
She leads, while Nymphs and Graces ling, 
And trip around the Fairy Ring. 
Mean Time poor Vulcan hard at Thrift, 
<3ets mony a fair and heavy lift, 1 
Whilft rinnen down, his hafF blind Lads 
igl&w up the Fire, and thump the. Goads. 

Now leaye your Fitfted on the Dew, 
And busk ye'r fell in Habit new : . 
Be gratefu* to the guiding Powers, 
And blythly fpend your eafy Hours, 
O canny F-— , tutor Time., 
And live as lang's ye 3 r in your Prime s 
5That ill-bred Death has nae Regard 
Jo King or Cottar, or a Laird : 



C 353 3 

As foon a Caftle he'll attack, 
As Waws of Divots roof'd wi' Thack. 
Immediately we'll a' take Flight 
Into the mirk Realms of Night, 
As Stories gang, with Gaifts to roam, 
In glowmie Pluto's gowfty Dome; 
Bid fair Gocdday to Pleafure fyne 
Of bonny Laffes and red Wine* 

Thf n deem ilk little Care a Crime, 
Dares waftean Hour of precious Time 5 
And fi^ce our Life's fae unco fhort 3 
Enjoy it a', ye'ye nae mair for't» 




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To fe, #.._ .£— i an Ode. 



#«&<*» Tare /«™i vite prius feveris arborem y 
Circa mite filum Tiburis & mania CatilL 

HOR. 



O-B could thefe Fields of thine ° 
Bear as in Gaul the juicy Vine, ' 
How fweet the bonny Grape wou'd fhine 

On Wa's, where now 
Your Apricocksand Branches fine 

Their Branches bow ? 

r Since humane Life is but a Blink, 
Why fliould we its (hort Joys fink ? 
He difna live that canna link 

The Glafs about ; 
W£en warm'd with Wine, like Men we think, 
r . And grow mair flout. 1 



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•t 355 3 

The cauidrife Cariies clog'd wi* Care, 
Ji/Vha gathering Gear gang hyte and gare, 
|f ramn'd wi' Red, they rant and rair 

Like mirthfu' Men; 
tt foothly fhaws them they can fpare 

A Rowth to fpend. 

What Soger when with Wine he's bung 
Did e'er complain he had been dung, 
Or of his Toil, or empty Spung? 

Na, o'er his Glafs, 
Nought but braw. Deeds employ his Tongue, 

Or fome fweet Lafs. 

Yet Trouth, 'tis proper we fhould fixnt 
Our fells to a frefh mod'rate Pint ; 
Why (houid we (the blyth Bleffing) mint 

To waift or fpiH ? 
Since, aften, when our Reafon's tint 

We may do ill. 

Let's fet thefe Hair-brain'd Fowk in View, 
That when they're ftupid, mad and fow, 
Do brutal Deeds, which aft they rue 

For a' their Days, 
Which frequently prove very few 

To fuch as ttefa 



Then 



C 35* 3 

TThen let us grip our Blifs mair fickef, 
And tape our Heal, and fprightly Liquor,' 
Which fober tane makes Wit the quicker.; 

And Senfe mair keen- 
While graver Heads that's muckle thicker 

Grane wi' the Spleen. 

May ne'er fie wicked Fumes a rife 
In me, (hall break a* {acred Ties, 
And gar me like a Fool defpife 

With Stifnefs rude, 
What ever zfty belt Friends advife, 

Tho ne'er fae goocL- 

'Tis beft then to evlte the Sin 
Of bending till our Sauls gae blin ; 
Left like our Glafs our Breaits grow thin, 

And let Fowk peep 
fa ilka Secret hid within,' 

That we fhould keep. 






TO 



C 357 1 



To Mr. Joseph Mitchel, on the fuc~ 
cefsful Reprefentation of a Tragedy wrote 
by him. 

BUt Jealoufy,- dear Ja/*. which aft gives Pain 
To fcrimpit Sauls, I own my fell right Tain 
To fee a native truffcy Friend of mine 
>ae brawly 'mang our bleezing Billies Urine, 
ifes, wherefore no ? fhaw them the frozen North 
an towring Minds with heavnly Heat bring forth | 
Minds that can mount with an uncommon Wing, 
And frae black heath' ry headed Mountains fing, 
As fa ft as he that Haughs Hefperian trades 3 
Or leans beneath the AromaUck Shades. 
Bred to the Love ofLit'rature and Arms, 
Still fomething great a Scotiijfi Bofom warms?: 
Tho nur?;d on ice, and educate in Snaw, 
Honour and Liberty eags him' fo draw 
A. Hero's Sword, or anheroick Quill, 
The monft'roijs Faes of EU&ht and Wit to kffc 



C 358 3 

Well mayye further in your leal Defign, 
To thwart the Gowks, and gar the Breth'ren tine 
The wrang Opinion which they lang have had, 
That a* which mounts the Stage — - is furely bad. 
Stupidly dull ! But Fools ay Fools will be, 
And nane's fae blind as them that winna fee. 
Where's Vice and Virtue fet in jufter Light ? 
Where can a glancing Genius mine mair bright ? 
Where can we humane Life review mair plain 
Than in the happy plot and curious Scene ? 

If in them fells fie fair Defigns were ill, ' 
We ne'er had prievd the Tweet drammatick Skill 
QtCongmvc, Addifon y Steel, Row& and Hilly 
Hill, wha the higher! Road to Fame doth chufe, 
And has fome upper Seraph for his Mufe : 
It maun be fae, elfe how could- he difplay 
With fo juft Strength the great tremenduous Day ? 

Sic Patterns, Jofepb, always keep in View, ' 
Ne'er fa ft if ye can pleafe the thinking Few, 
Then Spite of Malice, Worth (hall have its Due, 



Tbi 



C 359 1 

4^ #H^ *4P ♦* <nflft* ^^ 



.£k*4 dedicatum pofcit ApoBnetn 
Vates ? . «- 



HOR. 



FElae great ^o/fo, Poet fay, 
What is thy Willi, what wadft thou hae a 
When thou bows at his Shrine ? 
Not Karfs o' Gowrk's fertile Field, > 
Nor a' the Flocks the Grampians yiel4* 

That are baith flsek and fine : 
Not coftly Things brought frae afar 3 

As Ivory, Pearl and Gems; 
Hor thofe fair Straths that water'd are 
With Tay. and Tweed's fmooth Streams, 

Which gentily and daintily 
Eat down the flowry Braes 5 
As greatly and quietly 
Tl^ey wimple to the Seas<J 

K 2 WWl$ 



C 3^0 3 

Whaever by his kanny Fate 
|s Mafter of a good Eftate, 

That can ilk Thing afford, 
Let Mitt enjoy't withoutten Care, 
find with the Wale of curious Fare 

Cover his ample Board, 
Much 4awted by the Gods is he 8 % 

Wha to the Indian Plain, 
Succefsfu' ploughs the wally Sea,, 
^nd fafe returns again 

With Riches, that hitches 
Him high aboon the reft 
Qffma'Fowk, and a' Fowk 
That are wi'Poortith prefto 

Por me I can be well content 
3*0 ea£ my Bannock on the Benf, 

And kitcheqt't wi' frefli Air j 
Of Lang-kaxl.1 can make a Feafl, 
$n4 c^ntily had pp my Cre#, 

And Jaugh at Difhes rare, 
fought fraq jipollf I demand, 

gut tihrou* § lengthea*4 WA 



My outer Fabrick firm may ftand, 
And Saul clear without Strife, 

May h,e then but gi'e then 
Thofe Bleflings for my Skair, 
I?ll fairly and fquairly 
Quite a' and feek nae mair, 

The R'efponfe of the Oracle. 

*Tp O keep thy Saul frae puny Strife, 

And heeze thee out of vulgar Life, 
We in a Morning-Dream, 
Whifper'd our Will concerning thee, 
To Marlus ftretch'd beneath a Tree, 

Hard by a popping Stream ; 
He full of me (hall point the Way, 

Where thou a Star (halt fee, 
The Influence of whofe bright Ray, 
Shall wing thy Mufe to flee. 

Mair fpeer na, and fear na. 
But fet thy Mind to Reft : 
Afpire ay ftiil high'r ay, 
And always hope the befr. 

iMi 



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T HE 

CONCLUSION 

i jijterthe Manner 0/Horace, ad librum fuum. 

DEar vent'rous Book, e'en take thy Will, 
And fcowp around the Warld thy fill ; 
Wow ! ye're newfangle to be teen, 
In guilded Turky clade, and clean. 
Daft giddy Thing ! to dare thy Fate, 
And fpang o'er Dikes that fear the blate s 
But mind when anes ye're to the Bent, 
( Altho in vain ) ye may repent, 
Alake, I'm flied thou aften meet 
A Gang that will thee fourly treat, 
And ca* thee dull for a' thy Pains, 
^hen Damps diikefs their drouzie Brains* 



C 3*3 jf 

[ dinna doubt whilit thou art new, 
Thou'lt Favour find frae not a few : 
But when thou'rt rufl'd and forlorn, 
Sair thumb'd by ilka Coof or Bairn 5 
Then, then by Age you may grow wife, 
And ken Things common gies nae Prices 
I'd fret, wae's me ! to fee thee ly 
Beneath the Bottom of a Pye, 
Or cow'd out Page by Page to wrap 
Up Snuff or Sweeties in a Shap. 

Away fie Fears, gae fpread my Fame 3 
And fix me an immortal Name ; 
Ages to come fhall thee revive, 
And gar thee with new Honours live. 
The future Criticks I forfee 
Shall have their Notes on Notes on thee : 
The Wits unborn fhall Beauties find 
That never enter'd in my Mind. 

Now when thou tells how I was bred, 
But hough enough to a mean Trade : 
To ballance that, pray let them ken 
My Saul to higher Pitch cou'd flea ; 



m 



E 3*4 3 

And when ye (haw Pm fcarce of Gear,- 
Gar a' my Virtues ihine mair ctear. 
Tell, I the belt and faireft pleafe, 
A little Man that loo's my Eafe, 
And never thole thefe Paffions lang 
That rudely mint to do me Wrang, 

Gin ony want to keri my Age, 
See Anna Dom. on Title Page ; 
This Year when Springs, by Care and Skill, 
The Cpacious Leaden Conduits fill, 
And firft ftow'd up the Caftle-biU. 
When South-Sea Proj-£te ceafe to thrive, 
And only North -Sea feems alive, 
Tell them your Author's Thirty five. 



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FINIS. 




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GLOSSARY. 



O R 



E j p L A N"A tion of the Scot!) 
Words us'd by the Author, which 
are rarely or never found in the 
modern Englijh Writings, 



Some general Rules (hewing wherein many 
Southern and Northern Words are ori~ 
gin ally the fame, having only a Letter 
changed for another , or fometimes one U-^ 
ken away or added. 



I. Tn many Words ending with an 








l- after an a. or u. thel.is rare- 








ly founded. 








Scots. Englifll. 




Scots; 


Englifa; 


A Ba > A L ^«. 


Sma } 
Sta, 

Wa, 






Fa, F*/J. 


Fou, 


or£a, 


Full. 


Ga, <J«7Z. 


Pou, 


or pu, 


ThIL 


Ha, H*& 


Weo 


,orV i 


m& 



& S& 



t 3<f« I 



II. Th* 1- Ganges to a. w. or u 
ofier o. ok a. and is frequently 
funk before another Confonantiae, 



Scots. 


Englifh. 


T>Awm, 


T) Aim. 
Jt> Baulk* 


J> Bauk, 


Bowk, 


hulk. 


Bow, 


Boll. 


Bov.'f, 


Bolt. 


Caff, 


Calf. 


Cow, 


Coll ot Clip. 


Faut, 


Fault. 


Faufe, 


Falfe. 


Fowk, 


Folk. 


Fawn, 


Fallen. 


Cowd, 


Gold. 


Haff, 


Half. 


How, 


Jiole or Hollow, 


Howms, 


Holms. 


3Vlaut, 


M»lt. 


Pow, 


loll. 


Row, 


Roll. 


Scawd, 


ScaU. 


Stown, 


Stoln. 


Wawk, 


V/alk. 


III. An o. before Id. changes to a 


a. or au ,- &s 3 




Scots. 


Englifh. 


/t Uld, 
J\ Bauld, 


It* 

\J Bold. 


i-auld, 


Coid. 


Facld, 


Fold. 


Hald, or Had, 


Hold. 


Said, 


Sold. 


Tald, 


Told. 


Wad, 


Would.. 



IV. The o, oe, or ow is changed to 
a, ae, aw, oraij as f 

Siots. Engliih. 

AE, or ane, f\ Me. 

Aeten, \J Oaten. 

Aff, Ojf. 

Aften, Often. 

Aik, 0*k. 

Aith, Oath. 



Alanei 

Amaitt, 

Amang, 

Airs, 

Aits, 

Apen, 

Awner, 

Bain, 

Bair, 

Baith, 

Blaw, 

Braid, 

Ciaitli, 

Craw, 

Drap, 

Fae, 

Frae, 

Gae, 

Gaits, 

Grane, 

Haly, 

Hale, 

Hdefom, 

Hanie, 

Hait, or Het, 

Laith, 

Laid, 

Lain, or Len, 

Lang, 

Law, 

Mae, 

M4li, 

Mair, 

Mane, 

Maw, 

Na, 

Nane, 

Kaithing, 

Pape, 

Rae, 

Rair, 

Raip, 

Raw, 

Saft, 

Saip, 

Sair, 

Sang, 

Slaw, 

Snaw, 

&rake, 



Edgliffi» 

Alone. 
Aim oft* 
Amongi 
Oars- 

Oats. 

Open. 

Oviner. 

Bone. 

Boar. 

Both. 

Blow. 

Broad. 
Cloath. 
Crow. 
Drop. 
Foe. 

Fro j or from 
Go. 
Goats. 
Groan. 
Holy. 
Whole. 
Wholefome. 
Home. 
Hot. 
Loath. 
Load. 
Loan. 
Long. 
Low. 
Moe. 
Mrjh 
More. 
Moan. 
Mow. 
No. 
None. 
Nothings 
lope. 
Roe. 
Roar. 
Rope. 
Row. 
Soft. 
Soap. 
Sore. 
Song. 
Slow. 
Snow. 
Stroak. 



Staw, 



Scots. 
$taw, 
Stance, 
Saul, 
Tae, 
Taiken, 
Tangs, 
Tap, 
Thrang, 
Wae, 
Wame, 
Wan, 
War, 
Wark, 
Warld, 
Wha, 



z m 3 



Englifh. 

Stole. ' 
Stone. 
Soul. 
"toe. 
Token. 
Tongs, 
top. 
Throng. 
Woe. 
Womb. 
Won. 
Worfe. 
Work. 
World, 
Who. 



V. Jtbs o. oru. is frequently chan- 
ged into i; #£, 



A 



Scots. 

Nithc 
Bill, 



Englifll- 

A Matter-. 
Bull. 



Scots. 

Bim, 

Brither, 

Fit, 

Fither, 

Hinny, 

Ither, 

Mither, 

Nits, 

Nife, 

Pit, 

Rin, 

Sia a 



Englifll. 

Burn. 

Brother. 

Toot. 

Tocher. 

Ho>iy. 

Other. 

Mother. 

Nuts. 

Nofe. 

Put. 

Runi 

Sun. 



A B 

ABZiws, Perhaps. 
Jboortj Above. 
^ifeerirafJ, The Breadth 
of an Acre. 
Air, Long fince. It. Early. JLif 

«p, Soon up in the Morning. 
Anew y Enow- 
Aries i Earneft. of a Bargain. 
Atains, or Atanes, At once. At 

the fame Time. 
Auldfarran, Ingenious. 
Aurglebargin, or Eagglehargin 3 To 

contend or wrangle. 
Aynd y The Breath. 



B A 

BAchfey, A Surloin. 
Baid, Stayed, Abode; 
Points, ChUdrea, 



Balen, Wbale-bone. 

Bar,g, Is fometimes an Aftion o£ 

Hafte. We fay he or it came 

with a Bang. A Bang alfo 

means a great Number. 

OfCuJfomersJhebadaBanjz, 

Bangjhr, A biuftering roaring Per- 

fon. 
Bannocks, A Sort of Brta^ thicket 

than Cakes , and round. 
Barkened, When Mire, Blood, &»c. 

hardens upon a thing like Bark. 
$arlikhood t A Fit of Paffion or ill 

Humor. 
Barrow Trams, The Staves of a 

Hand-barrow. 
Batts, Colick. 
Bawbie, Halfpenny. 
$awfy, Bawfand fac'd, is a Cow, 

or Horfe with, a white Fa'ce. 
Bedeei/j Immediately, In hafte. 



As 



3efi$ 



C 3«8 2 



$efi, Beaten." 
Jiegoud, Began. 
Btgrutten, All in Tears. 
Jieik, To bask. 
2Je/W, Shelter. 

2i«'», or Been , Wealthy. Abeen 
Houfe, A warm well fumiflied 

one. 

Beit, or Beet, To help, repair. 
Hells, Bubbles 

"Beltan, The 3d of M-*/, vs Rood- 
day. 
Trended, Drunk bard. 
Jientt, The inner-room of a Houfe 
Jien>iijnn t Bieflipg. 
$enfdl, or &»/»»/, Force. 
B«»t, The open Field. 
teuk, Baked 
flicker, A wooden Dim. 
Bickering, Kighiiug,ivunning quick- 



batth 



with 



2( 



Jy, School-boy 
Stones- 

Bigg, Build. Bigget, Built. 
ging>, Buildings. 

Si///, Brother- 

3hV<? , or #/<*>-, A Cow-ftall. 

Birks, Birch Tiees. 

"Birle 9 To drink- Common People- 
joining their Farthings for pur 
chafing Liquor, they call it Bir- 
litg a Haw'jie- 

7J/Vtf, A burnt Mark. 

"Bin-, Force, flying fwiftly with a 
Noife. 

"Birs'd, Bruifed. 

Jtittle, or Bee $8) A wooden Mell 
for beating Hemp, or a Fuller's 
Club. 

Black a-vie'd, Of a black Com-' 
plexi^n. 

JJZtfc, Pale Mew, the Co/our oftbe 
Skin when bruifed. 'Tis ufed 
as a Proverb, when one looks 

Jjale, or out of Countenance, He 
ooks bla- ize'd, 
Wate, Bafhfull. 
Blatter,- A rattling Noife. 
Jileex, Blaze. 

Bletfcr , Fi oli fit Difcourfe . Blether. 
er, A Babbler. Stammering is 
piled Blethering. 



Never blin, Neve* 



Blin, Ceafe. 

have done. 
bliiikan, The Flame raifing and 

failing, as of a Lamp when the 

Oil is exhaufted. 
Bo*k, or boke, Vomit. 
Bodin, or hodden. Provided or fur. 

ni/lied. 
Bodle, Two Pennies Scots, or one 

fixth of a Penny EngliJ}}. 
Bodwwd, An' ominous MefTage. 

B'<dword$ are now ufed to exprefs 

ill-natur'd Mcflages 
BoglebO) Hobgoblin or Speftre. 
Bofi y Empty. Applied 10 a Reed, 

Bone, or Head, &c. 
liburd , Jeit 01 Dalley. We fay, A 

footh Board is n.ic Jjourd. 
>onz,*, To drink. 
Brach >, A kind of Water-Gruel 

of Oat meal, Butter and Honey- 
Brae, TheS.deofaH.il, Bankof 

a River. 
Brander, A Gridiron. 
Brands, Calvesof the Legs- 
Bra#kan } Prancing, A capering.' 
Br/»»ks t Wherewith the Rufticks 

bridJe their Horfes, A Halter 

fixt to two Pieces of Wood, 

which hang on either Side of the 

Nofe. 
Bra tie, Noife, as of Horfe Feet. 
Brats, Rags. 

Braw, Brave, Fine in Apparel/ 
Brecken, Feam. 
Brent brow, Smooth high Fore* 

bead- 



llri 



'&" 



Bridges. 

Bro'ck, 'A Badger. 

Browden, Fond- 

Browjter, Brewer. 

Braliment , A Broil. 

Bucky, The large Sea-Snail, A 
Term of Reproach, when we ex- 
prefs a crofs 
Bucky. 

Buff, Nonfenfe 
B*f. 

Bught, The little Fold where tbe 
Ews are incWei at Miiking- 
tmie. 

duller^ 



uatur"d Fellow, by 
As, He bkther'J 



C 3*9 1 



faller, To bubble. Tbe Motion of 

Water at a Springhead, or a 

Noifc of a riling Tide. 
Bnmo. jed, Confuted, Made toftare 

and look like an Idiot. 
Jtowg, Completely fudled, as it 

were to the Butig. 
{Jfetffemj A B:nch, or fort of long 

low Chefts that ferve foe Seats. 
J}uwler, A Bungler, One that.can 

not perform h 

Comely. 
$urn, A Brook, Any littleToirent 

of Water. 
Busk, To deck, Drefs. 
Jlujliut, Fuftian (Cloatb.) 
J5«f, often for Witlyout As, ¥,ut 

Teed or Favour, 



forhewhat lefs than an Englijb 
Quart. 

A-Ciar, or a-jar, Afide. When 
any Thing is beat a little out of 
its Pofnion, or a Door or Win- 
dow a little opened, we fay 
they're a. Char, or a.jar. 

Charlcwain, Charles-wain. The 
Conltcllation called the Plow, or 
Urf* major 
Woik hand-! Chancy, Fortunate, good natur'd. 

Chat, A cant Name fur the Callows. 

C'liei, A general Term, like FellviV, 
tfed fometimes with Refpect i 
as, He , s a very good Chi> I- i and 
contempt u&uily, Taai Chid. 

Chirm, Chirp and fing like a Bird. 

Chtcky, AHeu. 



fykes, ox hikes, Nefts or Hives of 'Clan, Tribe, Family 



Bees or Pifmircs. 



Clank, The Din of a Pot Lid,whcn 
the Drinker makes it fpeak fog 



moie Li, 



(harp Bi 



C A 



hoi!. 



CAdge, Carry. Cadger 19 a 
Country Carricr,who jogs a- 

bout wit)) his Fiflj,Fowii,F,g^s,cr-c. 

Callan, Buy. 

Camfchon^h Stern, grim, of a di- 
storted Countenance. 

r (!ankerd t Angry, paiKonately fnarl- 
ing. 

Canua, Cannot. 

Cant, To id! merry old Teles. 

Canty, Cbcarfiiland merry. 

^apernoited, Whimficat, One who 
has got a Blow or Km;t on the 
Head that has turned his Judg- 
ment wrong. Ill natur'd. 

Car, Sledge, 

Carle, An oil Word for a Man. 

Carliae, An old Woman. Gire-Car- 
line, A Giant's Wife- 

Catbel,. An hot Pot, made of Ale, 
Sugar and i'ggs. 

tifiildrife, Spiritlefs , Wanting 

■ chcarfulnefsin Addrefs. 

Cauler, Cool 01 frefh. 

Chafts, Chops 



Chafing, Aq Ale Meafure or Stouj 



Clajhss, Chat- 

Clayght, 1 oo! 

Claxv, Scratch. 

Chek, To catch as with a Hook. 

CJeughj A Deo betwixt Rocks. 

CHoty, Hard, Ituuny. 

Clock , Beetle. 

Clotted, The Fall of any foft moift 
Thing. When one falls carclelly, 
he's faid to chit down, 

Clofs, A Court or Square. And fre- 
quently a Lane or Alley. 

Clour, The little Lump that rifes 
on the Head, occasioned by a 
Blow or Fall. 

Clute, Hoof of Cows, or Sheep. 

Cocker Ttorty, The gathering of a 
Woman's Hair, when 'tis wrapt 
or f 'nooded up with a Band or 

Srlund- 

Cod, A Pillow. 

C<>g< A pretty large wooden Difh 
the Country People put their 
Pottage in. 

Cngle, When a Thing moves hack- 
wards and forwards, inclining to 
fall. 

Coo[ } A ftupi'd Fellow. 

Coofer, 



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goofer, A Ston'd Horfe. 

Coojl, Didcaft. Coofieti, Thrown. 

Corby, A. Raven. 

Cotter, A Sub-tenant. 

Cow£, To fall i alfoaFall. 

Cotuj), To change or barter. 

Cowp, A Company of People. As 
merry, fenfelefs, corky Cow]}. 

Cour, To crouch and creep. 

Creel, Basket. 

Crijh, Greafe. 

Croon, or Cram, To murmure, or 
hum o'er a Song. The Lowing 
of Bulls. 

Croufe, Bold. 

Cryn, Shrink, or become lefs by 
drying. 

Culzis, Intice or flatter. 

Cut), To taite, Learn, Know. 

Cun-xii, or Coonie, Coin. 

Curjche, A Kerchief. A Linen 
Drefs wore by our Highland Wo- 
men. 

Cutled, Ufed kind and gaining Me- 
thods for obtaining "Love and 
Fricndfhip, like little Children 
preiiing in upon, and pratling 
agreeably to their Parents. 

Cutis, Lots. Thefe Cutis are ufu- 
ally made of Straws unequally 
cut, which one hides between his 
Finger and Thumb while another 
draws his Fate 

Cutty, Short. 



D A 

DAd, To beat one Thing againft 
another. He fell with a 

jjad. He dadded his Head a- 

gainft the Wall, Qpc. 
Daft, Foolfli. And fometimes. 

Wanton. 
Daffi", Folly, Wagrie. 
W, ot&ale, A Valley Plain. 
Daintvhs, Delicates, Dainties. 
Dainty., Is ufed as an Epithet of a 

fine Man or Woman. 
Dander, Wander to and fro, or 

fauater. 



Dang, Did ding, Beat, Thrufi?, 

Drive. Ding dang, Moving ha-' 

ftily one on the Back of another. 
Dawty, A Fondling, Darling. To 

dawt f To cocker, and carefs with 

tendernefs. 
Deave, To ftun the Ears with 

Noife. 
Deray, Merriment, Jollity, Solem- 
nity, Tumult, Diforder, Noife. ' 
Dern, Secret, Hidden, Lonely. .] 

When one has hid himfelf, we 

fay, He's dem'd in fome place. 
Deval, To defc end, Fall, Hurry, 

or dip down. 
Dewgs, Rags or Shapings of Cloth.' 
Didle, To aft or move like a 

Dwarf. 
Digbt, Deck'd, Made ready. Alfo, 

to clean. 
Dinna, Do not. 
Dirle, A fmarting Pain quickly o- 

ver. 
Dit y To ftop or clofe up a Hole* 

Dit ye'r Gab ?yz' ys'r Meat. 
Divet, Broad Tutf. 
Docken, A Dock, (the Herb.) 
Doilt, Confufcd and filly. 
Doited, Dozed or crazy, as in oldl 

Age. Daft young, and doited 

auld, the two Times of fooli/ha 

Marriage. 
Doll, A large Piece, Dole or Share.: 
Dank, Moift. 
Donjie, AfFeftedly neat. Clean,: 

when applied to any little Per- 

fon. 
Doofart, A dull heavy headed Fel, 

low- 
Dool, or Drule, The Goal which 

Gamefters ftrive to gain full (as 

at Football.) 
Dorts, A proud Pet. 
Dorty, Proud, not to be fpoke to j 

Conceited, appearing as difoblig- 

ed. 
Dought, Could, Avail'd. 
Doughty, Strong, valiant and able. 
Douks, Dives under Water. 
Doufe, Solid, Grave, Prudent. 

Dotti 



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tow, To will, to incline, to thrive, 

td\do good- 
fovi'd, ( Liquor ) that's dead, or 

has loll the Spirits, Or, (wi- 

, ther'd) Plant. 

Oowff, Mournful, wanting Viva, 
city. 

Dcwie, Melancholy, Sad, Doleful. 

Down*, Dow not , i.e. Thoonehas 
the Power, he wants the Heart 
to it. 

Wfavpi The A .. .. fe. The fmall 
Remains of a Candle. The Bot- 
y, tomofanEgg-fliell. Better haff 
Egg as toom dowp- 

Vrant, TofpeakiTow, after afigh- 
ing Manner. 

Dree, To fuffer, Endure. 

Dreery, Weary fome, Frightfull. 

Dreigh, Slow, keeping at Diftance- 
Hence an ill Payet of his Debts, 
'Wecalidreigb. Or when on Jour- 
ney, if the Way prove longer 
than we expe&ed, we fay, *tis 
a dreigh Road. 

ffirifis) Drops- 

Dri-gjel, A little Water in a Rivu- 
let, fcarce appearing to run. 

Droning, Sitting lazily, or moving 
heavily, Speaking with Groans. 

Drouked, Dtench'd, All wet. 

Dubs, Mire. 

D«»f, Stroke or Blow. 

Durk, A Poinyard or Dagger. 

Dynles, Trembles, Shakes 5 To 
have a Touch of a Pain, as 
Gout or Tooth- ach. 

Dyver, A Bankrupt. 



Elfjhbt, Shot by an Elfor Fairy* 
Elfon, A Shoe-maker'*. Awl- 
Elritcb 7 Wild, Hideous, Uninha- 

bited, except by imaginary 

Ghofts. 
Endlang, Along. 
Ergh , Scrupulous. When one 

makes faint Attempts to do a 

Thing without a fteady Refo- 

lution. 
Erji, Time paft. 
Ejiler, Hewa Stone. Buildings of 

fuch we call EJlUr-work; 
Ether, An Adder. 
EHe, To aim, Defign. 
Eydent, Diligent, Laborious: 



E A 



E 



ts , Incites* Stirs up." 

Eard, Earth, The Ground. 

Of a Hill, is the Side or 



Edg 

Top. 
Eetty Eyes. 

Eild, Age. 
Eitbj Eafy. 
pStocft, Elbow* 



Eiihm x Eafier, 



F A 

FA, A Trap, fuch as is ufed 
for catching Rats or Mice. 

badge, A Spungy Sort of Bread, 
in Shape of a Roll. 

Fag, To tire, or turn weary. 

Fail, Thick Turf, fuch as are ufed 
for building Dikes for Folds, 
Indofures, &c. 

Fain, This Word ufed in England 
expretfes a Defire or Willingnefs 
to do a Thing ; as, Fain would 
I. Befides its being ufed in the 
fame Senfe with us, it like- 
wife means joyful, tickled with 
Pleafure. As, As Fain as a 
Fidler. 

Fait, Neat, In good Order. 

Fairfaw, When we wifli weU to 
one. That a good or fair Fate 
may befal him. 

Fafh, Vex or Trouble, Fajhous, 
Troubleforoe. 

Faugb, A Colour between white 
and red. Faugh Rigs, Fallow 
Ground . 

Feck, A Part, Quantity i as, Maijt 
Feck , The greateft Number. 
Rae Feck, Very few. 

Feckfow, Able, Active. . 

, Fecfefcfo Feeble, little and weak 



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T*ed, Feud, Hatred, Quarrel. 

F«t, Many, Several. 

Few, Shift, Fending, Living by In- 

duftry, Make tf° £<?/;, Fall up 
' on Methods. 
F«'/i>, Wonder. 
jter.Kxier, The laft or fore-run 

Year.- 
File, To defile or dirty. 
Fu\-jlaight, A Flafh of Lightning. 
F(/tt<?, 1 o ftir, A Stir. 
Fitted, The Print of the Foot. 
FiZZ.i»g, Whizzing. 
F&jjhigi Moving up and down, raif- 

ing Wind by Motion, as Buds 

with their Wings. 
Flags, Flafhes, as of Wind and 

Fire. 
Flane, An Arrow. 
Flang, Flung. 
fflaUgbter, lo pare Turf from the 

Ground. 
Fleet ch, To cox. 
Fhg, Fright. 
Fletvel, A fmart Blow on the 

Head 
F'xy or file, To affright. Fleyt, 

Affraidot terrified. 
Flinders, Splinters. 
Flit, To remove. 
Fliie or Flyte, To fcold, Chide. 

Fkt, Did fcold. 
Flvjhes, Flpods. 
Fog, Mofs. 

Foordays , The Morning far advanc- 
ed Fair Day light. 
Forby, Befides. 

Forebears, Forefathers, Anceftors. 
Yorf^irH, Abufed, Befpauer'd. 
Ferjoiighten, Weary, Faint and 

out of Breath wifh Fighting. 
Forgawfii Oppofite to. 
Forgether, To nicety Encounter. 
Forleet, Toforfake. 
ForejUm, The Foie-head. 
Fouth, Abundance, Plenty. 
Fox»>, Spungy, Soft. 
JV*w» To make a Noife. We ufe 

to fay one makes aFrais, wken 

they boaft a wonder, and talk 



more of a Matter than it is woril 

thy of, or will bear. 
Freik, A Fool, light, impertinent! 

Fellow. 
Frcn.it, Strange, Not a Kin- 
Frijied, Trulted. 
Frufi, Brittle, like Bread baked 

with Butter. 
F%f, To blow, Fwjjw, Blowing. I 
Furder, Profper- 
Furtky, Forward. 
Fftjh, Brought. 
Fyki To be reftlcfs, Uneafy. 



G A 

Mi The Mouth. To prat,! 

Gabfaigajh. 

Gatioing, Prating pertly. To gafy 

again, When Servants give fau^ 

cy Returns when reprimanded, i 

Qaoby, Orik of a ready and eafy Ex-! 

pielKon. The fame with anU) 



Gabbet 
Gadgg, To dictate impertinently^ ;, 

Talk idly with a ftupid Gravity. 
Ga-faw, A hearty loud Laghter,TQi 

GAzvf, Laugh. 
Gams, Gums. 

Gar, To caufe, make or force. 
Gar?, Greedy, Rapacious, earned 

to have a Thing, 
Ga.J]y, Solid, Sagacious , One witkii 

long out Chin, we call GaJMi 

Gibbet, ox Gajh Beard. 
Gate, W 
Gaunt 
Gauky, Idle, flaring, idioticaiPed 

fon. 
Gawn, Going. 
Gawfy, jolly, Buxome. 
Geclz, To mock. 
Geed, or Ga.de, Went. 
Genty, Handfome, Genteel, 
Get, Brat j A Child, by Way of 

Contempt or Devifion, 
Gif, If. 
Qillygaetis, or Gilligajjtts f A flar- 

> n g» g a p» n g Fool. 

GM 



iy. 

Yawn- 



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fpy, A roguifli Boy^ 

tamer, A young Sheep (Ew) 

», If- 

•yd, To ftrike, Pierce 



Gree, Prize, Victory; 
Green, To lorg for. 
Greet, To weep, Grat, 
Grieve, An Overfeer. 



Wcpi'^ 



<rn To grin, Snarl AlfoaSnare Grottj, To ly flat on the Belly- 
or'Trap, fuch as Boys make of Gr'bnnche, br GIu>JIj } To murmutC; 

Grudge. 
Gryfe, A Pig or young Swiue. 
Gumption, Good Senfe, 
Curly, Rough, bitter, cold (Wea- 



Horfc Hair to catch Birds. 
(V:/.i, A Hoop. ;. ; 

{aiks, An idle, good tor nothing 
follow. Gl*iked,$ooli{h , Wan- 
ton, Light. To give the Glaiks, thcrj 

To beguile one, by giving him' \Gyfefied; When the Wood of any 
his Labour for his Pains. Veffcl is fhrunk with drynefs. 

■'laijjei; To bawl or bark. ( Gytlivgs, Young Children. 

Ewwr, Jugling. When Devils, 
Wizards, or Juglers deceive the 
Sight, they are faidto caft GU- 
mom-ocx the Eyes of the Specta- 
tor 
Mar, Mire, ouzyMud. 
tiee, To fijuinr. 
fcfcjj, Sharp, Quick, A&ivc 
law, A narrow Valley between 
Mountains. 

To ft-oul or frown 



a a 

HAWet, The Cheek-Side of the 
Head. 
jl^s, Hacks, Peat Pits, or Breaks 



ig-Gloom 
Glozvr, To ftare, lobkftern. 
Glu.jh, To hang the Brow and 

grumble. 
Goan, A wooden T)i{h for Meat. 
Goalie, A large Knife- 
Codings, or Uorblings, Young un- 

fleg'd Birds. 

Gop, Goffip. 

Gowans, Dazies. , 

Gove, To look broad and ftedfail, 
holding up the Face. 

Go:vf, Befides the known Game, a j 
Racket or found Blow oh the | 
Chaps, we call a Gbivf on tks 

Kaffet- - n .„ 

Go&n, The Cuckow. In Dcnfion 
we call a thoughtlefs Fellow, and 
one who harps too long on one 
Subjeft, a Gowk. 
"Gowk A Howling, Tb-bellcv? and 



^ Hacks, 

inmuffy Ground. 

fidiri, To fave, Manage narrowly. 

'(«, 'lo uoui ortrown- j ffalefome, Wholefome i as Jiaic r 

■lowmino . The Twilight,or Even- ( v v :hole. c 

Halle,,, A Screen, or Fence ot 

Stone, Turf, &c. A Hanger on 

or Paiafite is called a H«tojfef • 

ker- 

HxmcU, Domeftick. 

Hamcly, Friendly, Frank, Open, 

Kind. 



',' Convenient, Handfome: 



cry- 

o,<fty, Ghaftly, 



L; 



Waftf 



Defolate. and Frightful. 
Granny, Grandmother, Any old 



TIaniy. 

Harnl, Brain* Jlarn^n , The 

Scull. . 
Harflnp, Ruin. 
Utter-In * or JIawel, Sloven. 
ff**gfa". Valleys, or low Grounds 

on the Sides of Rivers. 
flavins, Good Breeding. _ 
Ifew/i, The Throat, or tore Part of 

the Neck. 
He«Z, or /f«/. Health , 

fleer y A Perfon hypochondiiack. 
W>o lift up a heavy Thing a 

little. A H^xvJsagoodLAtt. 
B^/jt^Promifed, alfonamed. 

Jieify, A tricky Wag,.f«nfi« 
whom theHemp grow, ^.^ 



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J£eyeit, Ruined th Eftate, broke, 

fpoil'd, impoverifht. 
Hefc A Clafp or Hook, Bar or 

Bolt i alfo in Yarn a certain Num- 

berofThreeds. 
J&ugb, A Rock or fteep Hilli alfo 

a Coal-pit- 
Hiddils, or HidlingSy Linking, hi 

ding Places. To do a thing in 

hid lings, i. e. privately. 
Jfirple, To move ilowly and lamely. 
Hirfle, To move as with a ruftling 

Noife. b 

Ho, A fingle Stocking. 
Heolj Husk. HooVd> Inclofcd. 
Hcoly, Slow. 

HJ} } or frfojt, To cough. 
How, Low Ground, A Hollow. 
How! Ho! 
H $okj To dig. 

Hw»s, Plain* on River Sides. 
Hew*! Fy ! 
Huvkle, To crouch or bow together 

like a Cat, Hedge-hog, or Hare. 
JTyi, Mad. 5 



J A 

"TAck, Jacket. 

«£«. J^ To P ric k as with a Pin. 
Jam, A Wave or Gufh of Water. 
j*v)p, The darning of Water. 
fcejboglesy Icicles, 
jf-'ee, To incline to one Side To / e 

back and fore, is to move like a 

Balk up and down to this and the 

other Side. 
Jig* To crack, make a Noife like a 

Cart wheel. 
Jimp, Slender 
I'ky Each. Uka j Every. 
Ixghy Fire. 
Jo, Sweet-heart. 
Jouk, A low bow. 
Irie, Fearful, terrified, as if afraid 

of fome Ghortor Apparition s aj- 

fo Melancholy. 
Tfe, I mall i a 5 1'// fori will. 
JJles t Embers. 



jf«»f,A large Joint or -Piece of MeSfc 
jute, Sour or dead Liquor. 
jybe, To mock, Gibe, Taunt. 



K A 

17-Aber, A Rafter. 
JV Kale, or Kail, Colewort, an<T 
fometimes Broth. 

K^mey Comb. 

Kanny, or Canny, Fortunate,- alfo 
warry: One who manages his Af- 
fairs difcreetly. 
Kbuck, A Cheefe. 

Kcckle, To laugh, to be noifie. 

Kedgy, Jovial. 
Keek, To peep. 

Kemp, To thrive who {hall perforni 
moft of the fame Work in thel 
fame Time, equal to that Pro. 
verb, (FouVs Hajte is no Speed) is' ! 
KempersjJjaye nxe Com. 

Ken, To know," ufedin England as 
a Noun- AthingwuhinKen,i.e. 
within View. 

Kent, A long Staff, fuch as Shep. 
herds life for leaping over Ditches. 

Kepp, To catch a thing that moves 
towards one. 

Kifjt, Didcaft. vid.Coqjl. 

Kilted , Tuck'd up. 

Kimmer, A Female Goiiip. 

Kirn, A Chum. Item, To churn- ' 

Kirth, An upper Petticoat. 

Kitchen, All Sort of Eatables, ex- 
cept Bread- 

Kittle, Difficult, Myfterious, Knot- 
ty (Writings.) 

fettle, To tickle, Ticklifli. 

Knacky, Witty and facetious. 

Knott, To beat or ftrike fharply. 

Knoos'd, Buffeted and bruifed. 

Know, A Hillock. 

KnublQck, 4 Knob. 

Knuckles, Only ufed in Scots tot the 
Joints of the Fingers next the back 
of the Hand. 

Knuijiy A Lump or large Quantity. 

Kov) t AGobljo, or anyPejibn one 
fUnm 



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(lands in aw to difoblige, and 
fears. 

y, Kine, or Cows. 

yth, To appear. He'll liytb 10 his 

uin Colours. 



L A 



j" Aggert, Bcfpatter'd , Cover'd 
[ J j with Clay. 
fifeh, Low, 
,*U5, Manners. 

,#fe, or Lack, Undervalue, Con 
temn ; as, He that laks my Mare, 
xvould buy my Mare. - 
t,andart, The Country, or belong- 

' ig to it. Ruftick. 
Langour, Languishing, Melancho- 
ly. To hold one out of Langour, 
i. e. divert him. 
Lank^le, Colesvorts uncut down. 
pap, Leaped. 

%»i$*r% Crudled, or clotted. 
fare, A Place for lying, or that 

has been layn in. 
fare, B g. 

Jjave, The Reft, or Remainder. 
fazvin, A Tavern Reckoning. 
fatvland, Low Ccuntry. 
favrock, The Lark- 
Jj awiy, or I_a-w.uk, Juftice, Fide 

lity, Honefiy. 
Mai, True, Upright, Honeft, faith 
full to Trull, Loyal. A U 
'H.art never lied, 
faar, Learning, to learn. 
fae, UiitiU'd Ground j alfo an open Ly 

Graffy Plain. 
%r'gUn, A Milking-Pale with one 

Lug or Handle. 
fands, Buttocks, Loins. 
'Leugh, Laughed. 
%e* xwrm, Lukewarm, 
^dbbit, Gelded. 

Lick, To whip or beat. It. A Waj, 
■ or Cheat, we call a great Lick. 
J/i/f, TheSky or Firmament. 

^g 5 J. L y es * 



Kffr, The Holes of a Wind Inftru. 
mentof Mufick: Hence, Lilt up 
a Sprihg, Lilt it out, Takeoff 
your Dunk merrily. 
Limp, To halt. 
Lin, ACataracf. 
Ling, Arjuickcarrere,ina ftraight 

Line. 1 o gallop- 
Li/,gle,Cotd, Shoe makers Thrced, 
Lintian, Walking fpeedily. 
Lire, Breafts. Hem, The raoft 
mufcular Parts," fometimes the 
Air or Complexion of the Face. 
Lisk, The Flank. 
Lith, A Joint- 

Loan, A little Common near to 
Country Villages, where they 
milk their Cows. 
Loch, A Lake. 
Loo, To love. 

Loof, The hollow of the Hand. 
Looms, Tools, Inftruments in ge- 
neral, Veifels. 
Loot, Did let. 

Low, Flame, [swan, Flaming. 
Low*, Calm, Keept^n, Befecret. 
Hefitsfou loym that has a riven 
Breech- 
Loun, Rogue, Whore, Villain. 
Lout, To bow down, making Cour- 

tefie, To ftoop. 
Luck, To enclofe,Shut up, Fatten: 
Hence, Lucken handed, Clofe 
Filled, Lucken Gov&ps, Booths t 
&c ' '.., 

Lucky, Grandmother, or Goody. 
Lug , Ear , Handle of a Pot o* 
Veffel 



Hoary or Gray-hair'd. 



M A 

MAgil, To mangle; 
Maik, oz' Make, Match, 
Equal, Maiklefs, Matchlefs. 
Makly, Seemly ,Well proportionM, 
Malijoii, ACurfe, Malediction,, 

M&th 



B 



C 3?£ 3 



2tf*#**V, Gail "d oi burned by Toil 

drStripes. 
M'xnk, A Want. 
M*pt, To lfimmer in Speech. 
AUrcb, or Mtttb; A Laud-mark, 

Border of Lands. 
March, The Marrow. 
JHirttw, Mute, Fellow, Equal, 

Comrade. We fay, H«Zf.««r- 

mt>, Husband or Wife, and the 

Marrow of a. Shoe or Gkwe. 
2tf«i&. To ffi „fli,inBre\v lrf A!>5- 

kuig Loom, Mafh-Vat. 
3\lU«:v, Mull. Ate««*«. Muftnot, 

May not. ' 

MeiliU, Much, Big, Great, Large. 
2H«ir», Limit, Mar*, Sign. 
sMMfifr; SatUfe.aiun, Revenge,Re- 

tahauon. To ma\e a M-tjs, 

To m ake a grateful Return. 
Mexf , Difcretion, Sobriety, good 

Breeding Measfou Mannerly. 
Menz'e, Company of Men, Army, 

Alfembly; One'* Follower-. 
>!#», A little Dog, Lap-dog, 
MUdhg, A Dun^h.ll. •. 

Mtigfa Gnats, little Flies, 
Ml », J Affectedly rriodeft. 
Mi:tt, Aim, Endeavour. 
Mfrfej Dark. 
jVi'/%?zy, To give Names. 
ly'iifbay.c^ Misfortune. 1 ' 
iMl'i&s ;, Tonc^lector not take no 

ti e of one,- alfo, Let alone. 
Miflijhdus, Malicious, Rough. 
foijhrs, N^ceffities', Wants. ' 
Many, Many 
'JV-I.'k,; Mouth 
jVlow, A Pile or Bing, as of Fewel, 

Hay, Sheaves of : Corn, -.c. 
#Loup, To eat, generally ufed of 
" Children, or of old People, who 

have but few Teeth, and make 

their L:ps move fait, iho they 

eat but flow 

MurgtyhS, M-fuanaged, AbulV 
Mu:cl?, A Coif. 
&Uiihke;; 3 Au Evglijl, Pint^ 



N A 



NAcky, or Knacky, Clever. I 
ftiveibfmall Aifairs. 
iveeje, Nofe. 
Netle, To fret or vex. 
JS[ewfavgti, Fond of a new thin J 
Neve! t A found Blow with the AW' 

or Filt 
Kick, To bite or cheat. AfcfoJ 

Cheated j alfo as a cant Wo.ai 

to drink heartily j as, lie nicks' 

fine. 
Kiji, Next. 

Niffiey, To exchange or barter. 
Kit for.., To fisaicen. WtblrM 

Hungered or half ftarv'd 1Q 

Maintenance. 
Nive, IheFift. 
Nock, Notch or Nick ofan Arrow? 

or Spindle. ' 
Koit, SeeKnok. 
Nozvc, Cows, Kine. 
Napthey, Neither. 
Ruckle, New caiv'd (Co W s \ 



~ 



\ O E 

OE. A Grandchild. 
O'er, or Owe, Too much^ 
as, A' O'ers is'l'ice . 

Overcome, Superplus. 

'Ouy, Any. 

Or, Sometimes ufed for eVe or be- 
fore. Or Day, i. e. before Day 
break. 

Qvghtlew, In the leaf*. 

OwfeO-j Oxen. 

Qwtmr, Either. 

&xier 3 The Arm pit. 



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TjAddock, A-Fwg. TaddochRidc, 

£ The Spawn of Frogs- , 
| faiki, Chaftifement To^ife, To 
teat or belabour one fuundiy. 

Paig } Tofciuecz, prefsor pack one 
1 hiisg ihtu another 
I J>a*gl:;y, Proud, haughty 

P<?.W,<.y, Witty or ily in Ward or 
Attion, without any Harm or 
bad DtOgns. 

T&e>-, A Key or Wharf. 

Tee'.s, Tuitior nre. t 

Feb, To pant. 

E*«j), Finical, fqppift, conceited 

j m'. i./rr: By Ilea, i. 

jpeit, A Favourite, a Fondling 
Xopsttb) Tq dandle, feed, che- 
r.fn, flatter. Hence to t^xetle 
J".:;;, is to be teevifit, or fuller*, 
as commonly / etts are when in 

Mtheieaft difobliged. 
Jbrvu&s. Such kbghUrd Tune:, 
as &re play'd on Bag Pipes before 
then! when they go out to Baltic, 
J'\ ; , ft.n Earthen Puche* 
Tv:-. To pick, pick-out. or c.hufe 
Tim iv, Pimping, n.can, fcurvy. 
/•;, e. Pain or Pining. 
Tvigle, To contend, ftrive or wori 

hard. 
Tin:, The Spool or Quill witbii 
the Shuttle, which, receive* th 
Y. in. f'irr.XyJQlonxh or a Wet 
cf unequal Threed; or Colours,, 
(hipped. 
Tith, Strength, Might, Force. 
Jhck, Two Bodies, or the jdofa 

Penny EngHJh. n 

TopleoxPaplc, TheBubling, Purl 
irg or Boyiing up of Water. 
(Poplbg ) 
Tooriicb, Poverty. 

Twy, A little Hoik or Gallo 

Way } alio a Turky. 
Jokfa, To pufli. 
Touicbf A Pocket, 



Tratick, Practice, Art, Stratagem^ 

Trix'v'g-if^iioll, Trying ridicu- 
lous Experiments. 
frets, Tricks, Rogueries. We fay, 
Jle plxy'd me a gtet. i. e Cheat- 
ed. Tr.e Gallants fit 1 of JVeis, 
i. e Has abundance of waggifh 
Trick*. 
Trijr, To cheapen, or importune 
fur a lower Price of Good* oue is 
buying. 
Trin, A Pin. 
Prive, To prove or tafte. 
Proline, Gift or Prefent. 
Irym, or t rime, To nil or ftuff. • 



R A 

RAcllefs, Carelcfs. One who does 
Things without regarding 
whether they be good or had, 
we call him raekljs Handed, 
P^affj.n, Merry, roving, hearty. 
Raird, A loud Souud. 

. a!i or Kor,k y A Mift or Fog- 
r\-\m;ag j , To fpeak and act furl* 

oufty 
lajkes, Raftes. 
lave, Did nvc or tear. 
laugbt. Reached. 
lax, To ftretcli. Rax' J, Reached. 
learn, Cream. Whence, R.eq£? 

z/.g i as Reaming Lienor, 
leid, To rid, unravel, To fepa- 
rate Folks that are fighting., 
v. here one oft gets what we call 
the Redditg Strake. It alfo Gg- 
uifics clearing of any PaflTage. 
.ide, Council, Advice, As, I ttwi 
»:■■ r:dc ye to do ch*t. 
Reft, Bereft, robbed, fore'd ox 

carried away. 
I eif, 'Rapine, Robbery 
Reik, or Rink, ACourfe or Race. 
Rice, or Rife, Bulrufhes, Btambla 
Branches, or Twigs of Trees, 
fuh as are ufed for Partition 



Walls £ Lifter 'd with Clay. 



Kifi, 



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Hi ft, To htlch. 

R f ggi"gi The Back, or Rig. back, 
the Top or Ridge of a Houfe. 

Rock, A Diftaff. 

Rovfs, or Rttfe, To commend, ex- 
toll. 

Rowan, Rolling. 

Roundel, A witty, and often Sa- 
tyrick Kind of Rhime, common- 
ly of 8 Lines, fonie of which are 
repeted as the Fancy requires. 

Hcwt, To roar, efpecially the Low- 
ing of Bulls and Cows. 

Rcwih, Plenty. 

Ruck, A Rick or Stack of Hay, 
or Corns. 

Rude, The red Taint of the Com- 
plexion. 

Ruefu, Doleful. 

Rug, To pull, take away by Force. 

Rumble, The Rump 

Rungs, Small Boughs of Trees lop- 
ed off, which fervc for Staves to 
Country People. 

Rankle, A Wrinkle, Rmchlt, 
To ruffle. 

Rype, To fearch: 



S A 

SAeliens, Seeing it is t fince. 
SaitAijs, Guiltlefs, free. 

£»tll Shall. Like Scud, for Should. 

Sand-blind, Pur blind, Shoit-fighted. 

Sare, Savour or Smell. 

Sark, A Shirt. 

Ssiugh, A Willow or Sallow Tree. 

£x:v, An oid Saying, or proverbi- 
al Exprellion- 

$>c&r, The bare Places on the Sides 
of Hills wi fhea down with Rains. 

Start, To fcratch. 

Scawp, A bare, dry Piece of ftony 
Ground. 

Scon, Bread the Country People 
bake over the Fire, thinner and 
broader than a Bannock. 

Sccwp, To. leap or move haftily 
ffista one Hace to another, , 



Scrimp, Narrow, ftraitned, little. 
Scroggs, Shrubs, Thorns, Briers. 

bcioggy, Thorny. 
Scuds, Ale A late Name given it 
by the Benders, perhaps from 
its eafy and clever Motibu, 
Sell, Self. 

Seucb, Furrow, Ditch. 
Sey, To try. 

Seyborv, A young Onion. 
Shan, Pitiful, filly, poor. 
Shaw, A Wood or F err eft. 
Skill, ShriJ, having a tfbayp Sound. 
Shire, Clear, thin We call thin 
Cloath, or clear liquor, Sl.'ire. 
Alio a clever Wag, A Shire 
Lick. 
S'-°gi To wag, fluke, or jog back* 

wards and forwards. 
Sbool, Shovel. 
Shoot), Shoes. 
Shere, To threaten* 
Shotle, A Drawer. 
Sih, Akin. 
Sic, Such. 

Sicker, F/rm, fecare. 
Sike, A Rill or Rivulet, commonly 

dry in Summer 
Siller, Silver. 
Sinfyne, Since that Time. Jjang-. 

fwfyne, Long ago. 
Skaill,, To (cattet. 
Skair, Share. \ 
Skaith, Hurt, Damage, Lofs. 
Skeigh, Skittifh. 

Sh'lp, To run. Ufed when one 
runs Barefoot. Alfo a fniall 
Splinter of Wood. It. To' flog' 
the Hips. 
Skiff, To move fmoothly away. 
Skink, A kind of ftrong Broth made 
of Cows Hams or Knuckles. We 
fay f A Spoon fu"* oj Skitter will 
fpoil a Potfu' •/ Skink. Alfo, 
to fill Drink in a Cup. 
££/>•/, To fhreik, or cry with a flirill 

Voice. 
Sklate, Slate. Skailie, is the fine 

blue Slate. 
Skowrie, Ragged, Nafty, Idle We 
call a. va&taat lazy Fellow, A 
Skovirie^ 



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Skowrie, or Skunhvaig, i. e. A i time, then boil'd to a Confiftefl. 

Scourer or Vagrant. cy, and eaten with Milk or 

kyt, To fly out haftily. Butter. 

lade or Staid, Did Aide, moved, Sowf, To conn over a Tune an an 

or made a Thing move eafily. j Inftrurrient. 
lapotSUk, A Gap, or narrow Spae, To fortel or d 



ne. Sp*emen$ 
Prophets, Augurs- 
Spain, To wean from the Breaft. 
Spait, A Torrent, Flood, or Irw 

undation. 
Spang, A Leap or Jump. To leap 

ox jump. 
Spaul, Shoulder, Arm. 
Speel, To climb. 
Speer, To ask, inquire. 
Spelder, To fplit, ftretch, fpread 
out, draw afunder. Whence Spel* 
ditij A little Fifli open'd and 
dry'd. 
Spence, The Place of the Houfe 

where Provifions are kept. 
Spill, To fpoil, abufe. 
Spoolic, Spoil, Booty, Plunder. 
Spraings, Stripes of different Co- 
lours, as in Cioath. 
Spring, A Tune on a Muilcalla- 

ltrument. 
Sprujh, Spruce. 
SpmttVd, Speckled, fpottedi 
Spunk, Tinder. 
Siang, Did fting > alfo a Sting oe 

Pole. 
Stank, A Pool or Pond of Handing 

Water. 
Stark, Strong, robuft. 
Starns, The Stars. Stam, Afmali 
Moiety. We lay, JVe'er » Stam, 
Stay, Steep i as, Set a jiout Heart 

toajiay Brae. 
Steek, Tofhut, clofe. 
Stend, or Sten, To move with « 

hairy long Pace. 
Stent, To ltretch or extend. 
Sofs, The Noife that a Thing Stirk, A Steer or Bullock. 

makes when it falls to the I Stoit, or Stot, To rebound or refleft. 



Pafs beiween two Hills. Slap, 
A Breach in a Wall- 
fiid, Smooth, cunning, llippery i 
as, He's a Jlid Loxvn. Slidry t 
Slippery. 
Slipoery, Sleepy. 

Slouk, A Mire, Ditch or Slough. 
Slot, A Bar or Bolt for a Door; 
Sloi'gi:, A Husk or Coat. 
Smaik, A filly little pitiful Fellow j 

the fame with Smatcfct. 
Smiitlc, Inlectious or Catching. 
Smoor, To fmothcr. 
Snack, Nimble, ready, cliver. 
Sued, To cut. 
Sneg, To cut j as, Sneg'd off at 

the Web End. 
Snell, Sharp, fmartiag, bitter. 
Snib, Snub, check or reprove cor- 

rea. 
Snifter, Tofnuff or breath throw 

the Nofe a little ftopt. 
Snod, Metaphorically ufed for Neat, 

Handfome, Tight. 
Snood, The Band for tying up a 

Woman's Hair- 
Snool, To difpirit by chid 
Labour, and the like j 
tiful groveling Slave. 
Snoove, To whirl round. 
Snotter, Snot. 
Snurl, To ruffle or wrinkle. 
Sod, A thick Turf. 
,£onfy, Happy, fortunate, lucky, 
fometimes ufed for large and 
lulty. 
'Sore, Sorrell, redijh coloured 



rig, hard 

dfo a pi- 



Ground. To fall down heavily, 

is to fall -with a Sofs. 
Soucb, The Sound of Wind a- 

mongft Trees, orof oneileeping. 
$0wens, Flumry, or Oat meal 

fows'd amongft Water, for fotne 



One isfaid tojioit, when he hits 
his Foot againft a Stone, or 
moves like one drunk. 
Stou, To cut or crop, ji Stozv, A 
large Cut or Piece. 



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C ?3o | 



Stihnd, A fmarting Pain or Stitch 5 

as, A. Si on rid nj hove. 
Stour) Butt aguatea by Winds, 
Men 01 Hoife Feet. To Stczr, To 
run quicKiy. 
Stowth, Stealth- 
Strati. , A plain On a River Side. 
&rw*j To ftretch. 
Sinadie, To thide, applied com- 

monly to one that's little. 
St»WKle, To {ptiukie or itraw. 
Stiroot or" Struts^ StufFd full, drank. 
Sinu.t, A Petti A Fit of ill Hu- 
mour. To take ih& Striinc. To 
be petted Or out of Humour 
Study, An Anvil or Smith's Stithy. 
Sturdy, Giddy-headed. 
Sture, or Stoor, Stiff, ftrong, rough, 

hoaxfe. 
Stmt, Trouble, Difturbance, Ve- 
xation. 
Stywi A Blink, or a little Sight of 

a Thing. 
Saddle , lo fully or defile. 
£tm>ph, Blockhead. 
Sunkots, Something. 
/SW&, To throw, call with Force. 
Sxvankies, Clever young Fellows. 
Szvarf, To fwoori away. 
Svo*jh, Squat, fuddled. 
fivjatcb, A Pattern. 
Stoats, Small Ale, 
Swecht, Burden, Weight, Force. 
Sxueer, lazy, How. 
Sweeties, Confeftons, 
Sivelt, To be fuffocated, choaked 

to Death. 
Skoith, Begone quickly. 
JSviither, 1 o be doubtful whether to 
do this or that, go this Way Or 
the other. 
Syne, Afterwards, then- 



T A 

7"* Ackel An Arrow. 
Tane, Taken. 
Tap, A Head, orfuch a (Quantity 
of Lint as the Spinfters put on 
theDiftaff, is a JJntTap. 
Tiafo) To imployor life any Thing 
ip*»ngly 3 that it may laft long. 



Ta]ipt-hen, The Scots Quart, <j 

*"'g"Jk half Gallon Stoup. 
Tartan, Crof:, lfripcd Stuff, of vzd 
nous Colours, checker's. Thl 
Highland Plaids. 
Tate, Afmaii Lock of Hair, or and] 
little Quantity of WoolJ, CottonJ 
or the like. 
Tax,, A Whip or Scourge. 
1 ed To fcatter, fpreaa j as Tedm 

dug Hay . 
Tee, A little Earth, on which Garri j 
fters at the Gozvf fet their Ball! 
before they ftrike them off. 
Teen or Tynd, Anger, Rage, Sot J 

row. 
Test, To peep out. 
TenpM, The Number of Ten, 
Teni, Attention, To obferve. TenX 

ty, hcadful, cautious, 
Thack, T hatch, Ticker, Thatcher.! 
Thae, Thofe. 
Tbarmes, SmallTripes. 
Theek, To thatch. 
ThigL To beer. 

Thole, To endure, fuffer; 
Thowlfs, Unaftive, filly, IazyJL 

he^avy, 
TbrattMrjt, Frowsrd, crofs, crabbed. 

Tbravjin, Stern and Crofs grain M. , 
Tkreep, To aver, aliedge, urge and»! 

affirm boldly. 
Tbamal, To prefs or fqueez thro' ' 

with Difficulty. 
Thud, A Biaft, Blow, Storm, or : 

the violent Sound of thefe. Crfam 

hsh at ilkzTbud, i e. Gave 9 

Groan at every Blow. 
Tid, Tide OrTrme, proper Timei 

ar, He took ike Tid. 
Tift, Good Order, Health. 
Tine; Tolofe, Tint, Loft. 
Tip or Tippo«y, Ale Cold for Two-i 

pence the Scots Pint. 
TirU or Tirr, To uncover a Houfe, , 

or undrefs a Perfon, (trip one na.'' 

ked. Sometimes a fhort A£t;4a 

is named a Tirle j as, They tookk 

a Ti leoj dat/cbig, drinking* &<■ 
Tocher, Portion., DoWiy, 
Ted 3 & Fox. ' Tooly a . 



c w 1 



EV7, To fight J A Fight or Quar- 
rel. 
rbowz, Empty, applied to & Barrel, 
Putfe,Houfe, &c It. To empty- 
tojfb, Tight, neat, when fpoke of 

a little Perfon. 
Tofie, Warm, pleafant, half fud- 

died. i 

To the fore, In being, alive, uncon- 

fumed. 

Toufe or Toujle, To rumple, teeze. 
Tent, The Sound of a Horn or 

Trumpet. 
Tow, A Rope. A Tyburn Neck- 
lace, or St- Johnjioun Ribband. 
Towmond,A Year or Twelvemonth- 
Treves, Hofeand Breeches all of a 
Piece, wore by thcliigblandmen. 
Trig, Neat, handfume. 
Troke, Exchange. 
True, To trow, truft, believe s as > 
Trueyefaes or, Ztove gars we 
true ye. 
Truf, Steal. 
Turs, Turfs. 
Twin, To part with, or feparate 

from. 
Tydie, Plump, fat, lufty. 
Tynd, Vid. Ttin. 
Tyji, To entice, ftir up, allure. 



V O 

Ongy, Elevated, Proud. That 
boafts or brags of any Thing 



V 



U G 

UGg, To deteft,hate, naufeate, 
Ugfome, Hateful, naufeous, 
horrible. 
XJmwbile, The late, ordeceaftfome- 

time ago. Of old. 
XJndocbt, or Wandongbt, A filly- 
weak Perfon. 
Uneitb, Not eafy. 
JJngearU, Naked, nor clad, unhar- 

Inefs'd. * V 

U#ko, or Unco, Uncouth^ iftrange 
Unlufimy Unlovely. 



W A 

IT TAd, ot wed, Pledge, Wa* 
Vy ger, Pawn. 
Waf, Wandring by itfelf. 
Wak, Moift, wet. 
W*le-> To pick and chufe. The 

Wale, i.e. Thebert. 
Walop, To move fwiftly with much 

Agitation. 
Wally, Chofen, beautiful, large. 
A bonny Wally, i. e. A fine 
Thing. 
Wame', Womb. 
Wangrace, Wickednefs, want of 

Grace. 
War, Worfe. 
Warlock, Wizard. 
Wat, os Wit, To know. 
Wai<ght,A large Draught. JTtfHg&fr, 

drinks largely. 
Wee, Little i as, A wanton vtes 
Thing. Wean, or wee an, A 
Child. 
Ween, Thought, imagined, fup* 

pofed, 
Weer, To flop or oppoie. 
Weir, War. 

Weird, Fate or Deftiny. 
Weit, Rain. 
Werjh, Infipid, Wallowifll, wantJ 

ing Salt 
Wh*uk, Whip, beat, flog. 
Wbid, To fly quickly. A WhiA is 

a hafty Flight. 
Whilk, Which. 
Wbilly, To cheat. Whilly"voloa, A 

Cheat. 

Whindging, Whinning, fpeakmg 
I with a dokful Tone. 



C 3B2 3 



Wbijhi, Hufh, Hold your Peace. 
frtisky To pull out haftily, as a 

Sword out of its Sheath. 
Whomilt, TurnM upfide down. 

Whelmed. 
#%&, Stout, clever, aftive. Item, 

A Man orPerfon, 
Wtmpling, A turning backward and 

forward, winding like the Me. 

andersofa River. 
Win, Torefide, dwell, 
Winnx, Will not. 
Winnocks, Windows. 
Wivjom, Gaining, defirable, agree- 
able, complete, large 5 we fay, 

My winfome Love. ' 

Wfif '-£?*#%> dr y' d ' wither'd. 
Wtjtley To exchange (Money.) 
Wither (bins, Crofs Motion, or a- 

gainft the Sun. 
Wooy or Wy Wool, ,- as in 

Whim of making five Words out 

of four Letters, thus, x, a, e\v). 

{i.e.) Is it all one Wool'. 3 
Wood, Mad. 
Woody, The Gallows. 
Wordy, Worthy 



it are blown together by th^l 

Wind. 
Wyfing, Inclining, To voyfe, To| 

Lead, train ; as, He's no fie 

Gouk as to wyfe the Water by bis % 

*inMill.- 
Wyfon, The Gullet. 
Wyt, To blame. Blame. 



Y A 

Yimpty To bark, or make a 
Noife like little Dogg. 
Tap, Hungry, having a'longing De. 

fire for any Thing ready. 
Tealtou, Yea wilt thou. 
Ted, To contend, wrangle. Con- 

the Tdd, Barren, as a Cow that gives 
noMlk. & 

Terky To do any Thing with cele* 

rity. 
Tesk, The Hickup. 
Tett; Gate. 



Tefireen, Yefternight. 
Wow! Wonderful | Strange { woW/ , Towden, Wearied 

Ah ftrangc \ I Tow f A fwi • BJ 

KfM&gj OfSnow, when Heaps of 4 r«fee, The Itch- 
1 Jw/e, Chriftmafj, 



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C O N T EM.it S. 



Page. 

MOrnlng Interview, 1 
Edinburgh'* Addrefs . 
to f&e Country, 17 

0« Mr. Bruce W &p$ .Fd- 
/ozttf Diftrefs, . 2.3 

Maggy Johnfton'j -E/egy, 2.5 

iohn Cow per'* EZeg - ^, 29 
^rfcy Wood'i - Elegy, 33 
X«<^ SpenqeV 7a5 jidvice, 
36 
Tartana, - 41 

Tfo Ja/? 77/#e / c^s o'er 



Page* 



'tfce .Moor, 65 

Xfl/V 0/ Parte'* Mill, 67 

Green Sleeves, 69 

Tellow -hatred Laddie, 7* 

Nannio, 72 

Jtouiy Jean, 73 

u^w/i lang Jyne, 75 

X*/i 0/ Livingftone, 77 

Peggy / "'#*$ love thee, 79 

Oi<? c« Drinking, 82 

Beffy Bell, 83 



[Ckri&s Kirk on the Green, 89 
1 Scribltrs'Jajb'd, - 121 

Content, 133 

Richy '«**# Sandy, 161 

Jofiah Burchet to the Au- 
thor $ - ~ -. r 169 
Answer -to the foregoing, 1 7 1 
•Sta/Qfl familiar Epzfllespafs'd 
between Lieutenant Ha- 
m'\\ton ;and the Author,!-] 1 } 
Patie and Roger, 20a 
Edinburgh^, Salutation to 
the Marquefs o/Carnar- 
213 
217 
229 
245 
245 
247 
249 



von, 
Wealth or the Woody. 
Netkk <9k 
ijtwk *o ikfrj. N. 
Mary Scot, 
Wine and Mufich, 
O'er Bogie, 

O'er the Moor, to Maggy, 25 1 
P.U never leave thee, 252, 
Pol wart otithe Green, 254 



Toung Laird and Edinburgh \ John Hay'* bonny Laffie, 25$ 
Katy, 85 Genty Tiby andfon/y Nelly, 

'My Mitiher's ay glowrin o'er 2^7 



a#?, 



87 C^ /« the Aik 



2«)9 



t 384 3 

tplfik to my lord Ramfay, Pafioral on the Countefs 

£f£ £?^$ 274 : ne k-rtifulRofe Tree, |1 

Pate Birnie * *fc#, 277 , Spoken to three young Ladiel* 



A Prologue, 283 

To Mr. Aikman, 285 

Cupid thrown in South-Sea, 

„ , ^ 28 7 0* W2f, 

To the Mufick Club, 288 

0a Friendjhip, 290 

•B*'# *0 *k TOa £«//;, 291 

On the Ecdipfe of the Sun 

'7 I( >> 293 

The ^ Gentle mart s Qualifica- 
tions debated, "296 
Infer iption on a Gold Tea-pot, 

2 99 
Inscription on a Punch-bowl, 

2 99 
Spoken to two ladies, 300 
Ode to the Ph— — , fings to 

the Tune of Rub her o'er 

wi' Strae, 301 

Pa tie and Peggy, 304 

The Mill MtU—O, 306 

Waes my Heart that we Jborfd 

finder } 307 



Mpifile to Mn Arbuckle 3 

3i3 

32$ 
Addrefs to the Town-Council 
of Edinburgh, 328 

To fome young Ladies, 331 
ClydeV Welcome to his 
Prince, 337 

To the Earl of Dalhoufie, 

333 

On the Mar que fs of Bow- 

mont'i cutting off his Hair 

341 
To Mr, Smibert, 343 

To Sir William Bennet, 346 
Horace to VirgiL oaq 

Ode toMr.F-... oE 

To R... H- B-, l] 4 

To Mr. MitcheL VA 

The Poet's Wijb, 
Conclufion. 



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