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Had I to guid advice but harkit,
My cash account:
Is a' th' amount.
I started, mutt'ring, blockhead! coof!
Or some rash aith,
Till my last breath
When click! the string the snick did draw;
Now bleezin bright,
Come full in sight.
Ye needna doubt, I held my whisht;
In some wild glen;
And stepped ben.
Green, slender, leaf-clad holly-boughs
By that same token;
Wou'd soon been broken.
A 'hair-brain'd, sentimental trace,'
Shone full upon her;
Beam'd keen with honour.
Down flow'd her robe, a tartan sheen;
Could only peer it;
Nane else cam near it.
Her mantle large, of greenish hué,
A lustre grand;
A well known land.
Here, rivers in the sea were lost;
With surging foam;
The lordly dome.
Here, Doon pour'd down his far-fetch'd floods ;
On to the shore;
With seeming roar
Low, in a sandy valley spread,
She boasts a race,
And polish'd grace.
By stately tow'r or palace fair,
I could discern;
With feature stern.
My heart did glowing transport feel,
In sturdy blows;
Their suthron foes.
His Country's Saviour?, mark him well!
In high command;
His native land.
There, where a scepter'd Pictish shades
In colours strong;
They strode along.
Thro' many a wild, romantic grove',
In musing mood,
With deep-struck reverential awe?
They gave their lore, This, all its source and end to draw,
That, to adore.
Brydone's brave ward I well could spy
To hand him on,
And hero shone.
1 The Wallaces.
3 Adam Wallace, of Richardton, cousin to the immortal preserver of Scottish independence.
4 Wallace, Laird of Craigie, who was second in command, under Douglas Earl of Ormond, at the famous battle on the banks of Sark, fought anno 1448. That glorious victory was principally owing to the judicious conduct and intrepid valour of the gallant Laird of Craigie, who died of his wounds after the action.
5 Coilus, king of the Picts, from whom the district of Kyle is said to take its name, lies buried, as tradition says, near the family-seat of the Montgomeries of Coil's-field, where his burial-place is still shown.
6 Barskimming, the seat of the Lord Justice Clerk (Miller). ? Catrine, the seat of the late Doctor, and present Professor Stewart. 8 Colonel Fullarton.
With musing-deep, astonish'd stare,
Of kindred sweet,
She did me greet.
• All hail! my own inspired bard!
Thus poorly low !
As we bestow.
• Know, the great genius of this land
Their labours ply.
• They Scotia's race among them share;
The tuneful art.