Chorus.-Bonie wee thing, canniewee thing, Lovely wee thing, wert thou mine, I wadwear thee in my bosom, Lest my jewel it should tine. Wishfully I look and languish In that bonie face o' thine, And my heart it stounds wi'anguish, Lest my wee thing be namine. Bonie wee thing, &c. Wit, and Grace, and Love,
O how shall I, unskilfu', try The poet's occupation? The tunefu' powers, in happy hours, That whisper inspiration; Even they maun dare aneffort mair Than aughtthey ever gave us, Erethey rehearse, in equal verse, The charms o' lovely Davies. Each eye it cheers when she appears, Like Phoebus in the morning, When past the shower,
Ken ye aughto' Captain Grose?-Igo, and ago, If he's amanghis friends or foes?-Iram, coram, dago. Is he to Abra'm's bosom gane?-Igo, and ago, Or haudin Sarah by the wame?-Iram, coram dago. Is he south or is he north?-Igo, and ago, Ordrowned in the river Forth?-Iram, coram dago. Is he slain byHielan' bodies?-Igo, and ago, And
O thou, in whom we live and move- Who made the sea and shore; Thy goodness constantly we prove, And grateful would adore; And, if it please Thee, Power above! Still grant us, with such store, The friend we trust, the fair we love- And we desire nomore. Amen!
O thou who kindly dost provide For every creature's want! We bless Thee, God of Nature wide, For all Thy goodness lent: And if it please Thee, Heavenly Guide, May never worse be sent; But, whether granted, ordenied, Lord, bless us with content. Amen!
While virgin Springby Eden's flood, Unfolds her tender mantle green, Or pranks the sod in frolic mood, Or tunes Eolian strains between. While Summer, with a matron grace, Retreats to Dryburgh's cooling shade, Yet oft, delighted, stops to trace The progress of the spiky blade. While Autumn, benefactor kind, ByTweed erects his aged head, And
Ae fond kiss, and then we sever; Ae fareweel, alas, for ever! Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee, Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee. Who shall say that Fortune grieves him, While the star of hope she leaves him? Me, naecheerful twinkle lights me; Dark despair around benights me. I'll ne'er blame my
Altho' he has left me for greed o' the siller, I dinnaenvy him the gains he can win; I rather wadbeara'the ladeo'my sorrow, Than ever haeacted saefaithless to him.
Behold the hour, the boat, arrive! My dearest Nancy, O fareweel! Severed frae thee, can I survive, Fraethee whom I haelov'd saeweel? Endless and deep shall be my grief; LNae ray of comfort shall I see, Butthis most precious, dear belief, That thou wilt still remember me! Alangthe solitary shore Where flitting sea-fowl round me
Yon wandering rill that marks the hill, And glances o'er the brae, Sir, Slides bya bower, where mony a flower Sheds fragrance on the day, Sir; There Damon lay, with Sylvia gay, To love they thought nocrime, Sir, The wild birds sang, the echoes rang, While Damon's heart beat time, Sir.