But lately seen in gladsome green, The woods rejoic'd the day, Thro' gentle showers, the laughing flowers In double pride were gay: But now our joys are fled On winter blasts awa; Yet maiden May, in rich array, Again shall bring them a'. But my white pow, naekindly thowe Shall melt the snaws of Age;
Maxwell, if merit here you crave, That merit I deny; You save fair Jessie from the grave!- AnAngel could not die!
How, Liberty! girl, can it be bythee nam'd? Equality too! hussey, art not asham'd? Free and Equal indeed, while mankind thou enchainest, And over their hearts a proud Despot so reignest.
Young Jamie, pride of a' the plain, Sae gallant and sae gay a swain, Thro' a' our lasses he did rove, And reign'd resistless King of Love. Butnow, wi'sighs and starting tears, He strays amangthe woods and breirs; Orin the glens and rocky caves, His sad complaining dowieraves:- "I whasae late did range and rove,
O stay, sweet warbling woodlark, stay, Nor quit for me the trembling spray, A hapless lover courts thy lay, Thy soothing, fond complaining. Again, again that tender part, That I may catch thy melting art; For surely that wadtouch her heart Whakills me wi'disdaining. Say, was thy little mate unkind, And heard thee as the
No more of your guests, be they titled ornot, And cookery the first in the nation; Who is proof to thy personal converse and wit, Is proof to all other temptation.
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.