Forlorn, My Love, No Comfort Near
Forlorn, my Love, nocomfort near, Far, far from thee, I wander here; Far, far from thee, the fate severe, At which I most repine, Love. Chorus-O wert thou, Love, but near me! Butnear, near, near me, How kindly thou wouldst cheer me, And mingle sighs with mine, Love. Around me scowls a wintry sky, Blasting
Epitaph For Mr. Gabriel Richardson
Here Brewer Gabriel's fire's extinct, And empty all his barrels: He's blest-if, as he brew'd, he drink, In upright, honest morals.
Epigram On Mr. James Gracie
Gracie, thou art a man of worth, O be thou Dean for ever! May he be damned to hell henceforth, Who fauts thy weight ormeasure!
Does Haughty Gaul Invasion Threat?
Does haughty Gaul invasion threat? Then let the louns beware, Sir; There's wooden walls upon our seas, And volunteers on shore, Sir: The Nith shall run to Corsincon, And Criffel sink in Solway, Erewe permit a Foreign Foe On British ground to rally! We'll ne'er permit a Foreign Foe On British ground to rally! O
Crowdie Ever Mair
O that I had ne'er been married, I wadnever had naecare, Now I've gottenwife an' weans, An'they cry "Crowdie" evermair. Chorus-Ance crowdie, twice crowdie, Three times crowdie in a day Ginye crowdie ony mair, Ye'll crowdiea'my meal away. Waefu' Want and Hunger fleyme, Glowrin' bythe hallanen'; SairI fechtthem at the door, Butaye I'm eeriethey come
Compliments Of John Syme Of Ryedale
O had the malt thy strength of mind, Orhops the flavour of thy wit, 'Twere drink for first of human kind, A gift that e'enfor Syme were fit.
Bonie Peg-a-Ramsay
Cauld is the e'enin blast, O'Boreas o'er the pool, An'dawin' it is dreary, When birks are bare at Yule. Cauldblaws the e'enin blast, When bitter bites the frost, And, in the mirkand dreary drift, The hills and glens are lost: Ne'er saemurky blew the night That drifted o'er the hill, ButboniePeg-a-Ramsay Gatgrist to her mill.