Chorus—Here’s a health to ane I loe dear,

How do you this blae eastlin wind,That’s like to blaw a body blind?For me, my faculties are frozen,My dearest member nearly dozen’d.I’ve sent you here, by Johnie Simson,Twa sage philosophers to glimpse on;Smith, wi’ his sympathetic feeling,An’ Reid, to common sense appealing.Philosophers have fought and wrangled,An’ meikle Greek an’ Latin mangled,Till wi’ their logic-jargon tir’d,And…

The cruel fates between us throwA boundless ocean’s roar:But boundless oceans, roaring wide,Between my love and me,They never, never can divideMy heart and soul from thee.Farewell, farewell, Eliza dear,The maid that I adore!A boding voice is in mine ear,We part to meet no more!But the latest throb that leaves my heart,While Death stands victor by,—That…

The tunefu’ powers, in happy hours,That whisper inspiration;Even they maun dare an effort mairThan aught they ever gave us,Ere they rehearse, in equal verse,The charms o’ lovely Davies.Each eye it cheers when she appears,Like Phoebus in the morning,When past the shower, and every flowerThe garden is adorning:As the wretch looks o’er Siberia’s shore,When winter-bound the…

And he had a wife was the plague of his days,And the thyme it is wither’d, and rue is in prime.Ae day as the carl gaed up the lang glen,Hey, and the rue grows bonie wi’ thyme;He met with the Devil, says, ‘How do you fen?’And the thyme it is wither’d, and rue is in…

‘Then gae your gate, ye’se nae be here:’‘Indeed maun I,’ quo’ Findlay;‘What mak’ ye, sae like a thief?’‘O come and see,’ quo’ Findlay;‘Before the morn ye’ll work mischief:’‘Indeed will I,’ quo’ Findlay.‘Gif I rise and let you in’—‘Let me in,’ quo’ Findlay;‘Ye’ll keep me waukin wi’ your din;’‘Indeed will I,’ quo’ Findlay;‘In my bower if…

Or the stormy north sends driving forthThe blinding sleet and snaw:While, tumbling brown, the burn comes down,And roars frae bank to brae;And bird and beast in covert rest,And pass the heartless day.‘The sweeping blast, the sky o’ercast,’The joyless winter dayLet others fear, to me more dearThan all the pride of May:The tempest’s howl, it soothes…