On A Swearing Coxcomb
Here cursing, swearing Burton lies, A buck, a beau, or"Dem my eyes!" Who in his life did little good, And his last words were "Dem my blood!"
On An Innkeeper Nicknamed “The Marquis”
Here lies a mock Marquis, whose titles were shamm'd, If ever he rise, it will be to be damn'd.
On Andrew Turner
In se'enteen hunder'n forty-nine, The deilgatstuff to maka swine, An' coostit in a corner; Butwilily he chang'd his plan, An' shap'd it something like a man, An'ca'd it Andrew Turner.
On Being Shewn A Beautiful Country Seat
We grant they're thine, those beauties all, So lovely in our eye; Keep them, thou eunuch, Cardoness, For others to enjoy!
On Capt. Lascelles
When Lascelles thought fitfrom this world to depart, Some friends warmly thought of embalming his heart; A bystander whispers- "Pray don't make so much o't, The subject is poison, noreptile will touch it."
On Chloris
From the white-blossom'd sloe my dear Chloris requested A sprig, her fair breast to adorn: No, byHeavens! I exclaim'd, let me perish, if ever I plant in that bosom a thorn!
Ca’ The Yowes To The Knowes
Chorus.-Ca'the yowes to the knowes, Ca' them where the heather grows, Ca' them where the burnierowes, My bonie Dearie. Hark the mavis' e'ening sang, Sounding Clouden's woods amang; Then a-faulding let us gang, My bonie Dearie. Ca' the yowes, &c. We'll gaedown byClouden side, Thro' the hazels, spreading wide, O'er the waves that sweetly glide,
The Raptures Of Folly
Thou greybeard, old Wisdom! may boast of thy treasures; Give me with young Folly to live; I grant thee thy calm-blooded, time-settled pleasures, ButFolly has raptures to give.
The Soldier’s Return
When wild war's deadly blast was blawn, And gentle peace returning, Wi' mony a sweet babe fatherless, And mony a widow mourning; I left the lines and tented field, Where langI'd been a lodger, My humble knapsack a'my wealth, A poor and honest sodger. A leal, light heart was in my breast, My hand unstain'd
The True Loyal Natives
Ye true "Loyal Natives" attend to my song In uproar and riot rejoice the night long; From Envy and Hatred your corps is exempt, Butwhere is your shield from the darts of Contempt!