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Hear, Land o' Cakes, and brither Scots,
Frae Maidenkirk to Johnny Groat's ;
If there's a hole in a' your coats,

I rede you tent it:
A chield's amang you taking notes,

And, faith, he'll prent it.

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If in your bounds ye chance to light ., ,T Dil Upon a fine, fat, fodgel wight, Inglo stesso Tod'I O'stature short, but genius bright,

That's he, mark weel- wurde And wow! he has an unco sleight

O' cauk and keel.

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By some auld, houlet-haunted biggin,
Or kirk deserted by its riggin,
It's ten to ane ye'll find him snug in

Some eldrich part,
Wi' deils, they say, L-d save's! colleaguin

At some black art.

Ilk ghaist that haunts auld ha' or chamer,
Ye gipsey-gang that deal in glamor,
And you, deep read in hell's black grammar,

Warlocks and witches;
Ye'll quake at his conjuring hammer,

Ye midnight b

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It's tauld he was a sodger bred,
And ane wad rather fa’n than fled;
But now he's quat the spurtle blade,

VOITA Join us. And dog-skin wallet,
And ta’en the Antiquarian trade,

I think they call it.

He has a fouth o' auld nick-nackets;
Rusty airn caps, and jinglin jackets,
Wad haud the Lothians three in tackets,

A towmont guid;
And parritch-pats, and auld saut-backets,

Before the Flood.

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Of Eve's first fire he has a cinder ;
Auld Tubalcain's fire-shool and fender;
That which distinguished the gender

O’ Balaam's ass;
A broom-stick o'the witch of Endor,

1.' Weel shod wi' brass.

Forbye, he'll shape you aff fu' gleg,
The cut of Adam's philibeg;
The knife that nicket Abel's craig,

He'll prove you fully,
It was a faulding jocteleg,

Or lang-kail gullie.

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But wad ye see him in his glee,
For meikle glee and fun has he,
Then set him down, and twa or three

Guid fellows wi' him :
And port, O port! shine thou a wee,

And then ye'll see him!

prose!

Now, by the pow'rs o' verse and
Thou art a dainty chield, O Grose !
Whae'er o' thee shall ill suppose,

They sair misca’ thee;
I'd take the rascal by the nose,

Wad say, Shame fa’ thee!

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WRITTEN ON THE BLANK LEAF OF A BOOK, PRE

SENTED TO HER BY THE AUTHOR.

Beauteous rose-bud, young and gay,
Blooming on thy early May,
Never may’st thou, lovely flow'r,
Chilly shrink in sleety show'r!
Never Boreas' hoary path,
Never Eurus' pois'nous breath,
Never baleful stellar lights,
Taint thee with untimely blights !
Never, never reptile thief
Riot on thy virgin leaf!
Nor even Sol too fiercely view
Thy bosom blushing still with dew!

May'st thou long, sweet crimson gem,
Richly deck thy native stem;
Till some ev'ning, sober, calm,
Dropping dews, and breathing balm,
While all around the woodland rings,
And ev'ry bird thy requiem sings ;
Thou, amid the dirgeful sound,
Shed thy dying honours round,
And resign to parent earth
The loveliest form she e'er gave birth

ON READING, IN A NEWSPAPER, THE DEATH OF JOHN MʻLEQD, ESQ. BROTHER TO A YOUNG LADY, A PARTICULAR FRIEND

OF THE AUTHOR's.

SAD thy tale, thou idle page,

And rueful thy alarms:
Death tears the brother of her love

From Isabella's arms.
Sweetly deckt with pearly dew

The morning rose may blow;
But cold successive noontide blasts

May lay its beauties low.
Fair on Isabella's morn

The sun propitious smil'd;
But, long o'er noon, succeeding clouds T

Succeeding hopes beguil'd.
Fate oft tears the bosom chords

That nature finest strung:
So Isabella's heart was form’d,

at frel'l
And so that heart was wrung.
Dread Omnipotence, alone,
Can heal the wound he gave;

po jebul Can point the brimful grief-worn eyes

To scenes beyond the grave.
Virtue's blossoms there shall blow, it!

And fear no withering blast; 1 19
There Isabella's spotless worth

Shall happy be at last.

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