Here’s a bottle and an honest friend!
What wad ye wish for mair, man?
Wha kens, before his life may end,
What his share may be o’ care, man?
Then catch the moments as they fly,
And use them as ye ought, man!
Believe me, Happiness is shy,
And comes not ay when sought, man!
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ANNA, thy charms my bosom fire,
But ah! how bootless to admire,When fated to despair!Yet in thy presence, lovely Fair,To hope may be forgiven;For sure ’twere impious to despairSo much in sight of heaven.
Wee, sleekit, cowrin, tim’rous beastie,
Thou need na start awa sae hasty,Wi’ bickering brattle!I wad be laith to rin an’ chase theeWi’ murd’ring pattle!I’m truly sorry man’s dominion,Has broken nature’s social union,An’ justifies that ill opinion,What makes thee startleAt me, thy poor, earth-born companion,An’ fellow-mortal!I doubt na, whiles, but thou may thieve;What then? poor beastie, thou maun live!A daimen icker…
AS on the banks o’ wandering Nith,
And traced its bonie howes and haughs,Where linties sang and lammies play’d,I sat me down upon a craig,And drank my fill o’ fancy’s dream,When from the eddying deep below,Up rose the genius of the stream.Dark, like the frowning rock, his brow,And troubled, like his wintry wave,And deep, as sughs the boding windAmang his caves, the…
NO more of your guests, be they titled or not,
Who is proof to thy personal converse and wit,Is proof to all other temptation.
When Januar’ wind was blawing cauld,
The mirksome night did me enfauld,I knew na whare to lodge till day:By my gude luck a maid I met,Just in the middle o’ my care,And Kindly she did me inviteTo walk into a chamber fair.I bow’d fu’ low unto this maid,And thank’d her for her courtesie;I bow’d fu’ low unto this maid,An bade her…
O WILLIE 1 brew’d a peck o’ maut,
Three blyther hearts, that lee-lang night,Ye wadna found in Christendie.Chorus.—We are na fou, we’re nae that fou,But just a drappie in our ee;The cock may craw, the day may dawAnd aye we’ll taste the barley bree.Here are we met, three merry boys,Three merry boys I trow are we;And mony a night we’ve merry been,And mony…
Fal, la, la, &c.
Here’s a bottle and an honest friend!
What wad ye wish for mair, man?
Wha kens, before his life may end,
What his share may be o’ care, man?
Then catch the moments as they fly,
And use them as ye ought, man:
Believe me, happiness is shy,
And comes not aye when sought, man.
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1 My heart is a-breaking, dear Tittie,
3 To anger them a’ is a pity,4 But what will I do wi’ Tam Glen?5 I’m thinking, wi’ sic a braw fellow,6 In poortith I might mak a fen’:7 What care I in riches to wallow,8 If I mauna marry Tam Glen?9 There’s Lowrie, the laird o’ Dumeller,10 ‘Guid-day to you,’–brute! he comes ben:11…
Thou’s welcome, wean; mishanter fa’ me,
Shall ever daunton me or awe me,My sweet wee lady,Or if I blush when thou shalt ca’ meTyta or daddie.Tho’ now they ca’ me fornicator,An’ tease my name in countra clatter,The mair they talk, I’m kend the better,E’en let them clash;An auld wife’s tongue’s a feckless matterTo gie ane fash.Welcome! my bonie, sweet, wee dochter,Tho’…
YE true ‘Loyal Natives’ attend to my song
From Envy and Hatred your corps is exempt,But where is your shield from the darts of Contempt!
THE NIGHT was still, and o’er the hill
The mavis sang, while dew-drops hangAround her on the castle wa’;Sae merrily they danced the ringFrae eenin’ till the cock did craw;And aye the o’erword o’ the springWas ‘Irvine’s bairns are bonie a’.’
O THOU unknown, Almighty Cause
In whose dread presence, ere an hour,Perhaps I must appear!If I have wander’d in those pathsOf life I ought to shun,As something, loudly, in my breast,Remonstrates I have done;Thou know’st that Thou hast formed meWith passions wild and strong;And list’ning to their witching voiceHas often led me wrong.Where human weakness has come short,Or frailty stept…
SWEET flow’ret, pledge o’ meikle love,
What heart o’ stane wad thou na move,Sae helpless, sweet, and fair?November hirples o’er the lea,Chill, on thy lovely form:And gane, alas! the shelt’ring tree,Should shield thee frae the storm.May He who gives the rain to pour,And wings the blast to blaw,Protect thee frae the driving show’r,The bitter frost and snaw.May He, the friend o’…