But gie me a canny hour at e'en, Green grow, &c. For you sae douse, ye sneer at this, Green grow, &c. Auld Nature swears, the lovely dears Green grow, &c. SONG. Tune, Jockey's grey breeks." AGAIN rejoicing nature sees Her robe assume its vernal hues, CHORUS1. And maun I still on Menie2 doat, And bear the scorn that's in her e'e! In vain to me the cowslips blaw, And maun I still, &c. The merry ploughboy cheers his team, But life to me's a weary dream, A dream of ane that never wauks. And maun I still, &c. 1 This chorus is part of a song composed by a gentleman in Edinburgh, a particular friend of the author's. 2 Menie is the common abbreviation of Marianne. The wanton coot the water skims, And maun I still, &c. The sheepherd steeks his faulding slap, I meet him on the dewy hill. And maun I still, &c. And when the lark, 'tween light and dark, Come, winter, with thine angry howl, CHORUS. And maun I still on Menie doat, And bear the scorn that's in her e'e! For it's jet, jet black, an' it's like a hawk, An' it winna let a body be, THE FAREWELL, TO THE BRETHREN OF ST. JAMES'S LODGE, TARBOLTON. Tune, Goodnight, and joy be wi' you a'.' ADIEU! a heart-warm, fond adieu! Oft have I met your social band, And spent the cheerful, festive night; Which none but craftsmen ever saw; May freedom, harmony, and love, That you may keep th' unerring line, And you farewell! whose merits claim, ELEGY ON CAPT. MATTHEW HENDERSON, A GENTLEMAN WHO HELD THE PATENT FOR HIS HONOURS IMMEDIATELY FROM ALMIGHTY GOD! But now his radiant course is run, O DEATH! thou tyrant fell and bloody! Haurl thee hame to his black smiddie, O'er hurcheon hides, And like stock-fish come o'er his studdie Wi' thy auld sides! VOL. II. E |