HERE lies, now a prey to insulting neglect,

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…

Owre blate to seek, owre proud to snool,Let him draw near;And owre this grassy heap sing dool,And drap a tear.Is there a bard of rustic song,Who, noteless, steals the crowds among,That weekly this area throng,O, pass not by!But, with a frater-feeling strong,Here, heave a sigh.Is there a man, whose judgment clearCan others teach the course…

But a’ the pride o’ spring’s returnCan yield me nocht but sorrow.I see the flowers and spreading trees,I hear the wild birds singing;But what a weary wight can please,And care his bosom wringing?Fain, fain would I my griefs impart,Yet darena for your anger’But secret love will break my heart,If I conceal it langer.If thou refuse…

No wrinkle, furrow’d by the hand of care,Nor ever sorrow add one silver hair!O may no son the father’s honour stain,Nor ever daughter give the mother pain!

The winds are whispering thro’ the grove,The yellow corn was waving ready:I listen’d to a lover’s sang,An’ thought on youthfu’ pleasures mony;And aye the wild-wood echoes rang—‘O, dearly do I love thee, Annie!‘O, happy be the woodbine bower,Nae nightly bogle make it eerie;Nor ever sorrow stain the hour,The place and time I met my Dearie!Her…

Those smiles and glances let me see,That make the miser’s treasure poor:How blythely was I bide the stour,A weary slave frae sun to sun,Could I the rich reward secure,The lovely Mary Morison.Yestreen, when to the trembling stringThe dance gaed thro’ the lighted ha’,To thee my fancy took its wing,I sat, but neither heard nor saw:Tho’…