A wanton widow Leezie was, As cantie as a kittlen ; But Och! that night, amang the shaws, She gat a fearfu' settlin! She thro' the whins, an' by the cairn, Was bent that night. Whyles owre a linn the burnie plays, Unseen that night. Amang the brachens on the brae, Gat up an' gae a croon : Poor Leezie's heart maist lap the hool; Near lav'rock-height she jumpet, But mist a fit, an' in the pool Out owre the lugs she plumpet, Wi' a plunge that night. In order, on the clean hearth-stane, In wrath that night. Wi' merry sangs, and friendly cracks, I wat they did na weary; Their sports were cheap and cheary ; Till butter'd So'ns, wi' fragrant lunt, They parted aff careerin Fu' blythe that night. F THE JOLLY BEGGARS. A CANTATA. WHE RECITATIVO. honny HEN lyart leaves bestrow the yird, Or wavering like the Bauckie bird, Bedim cauld Boreas' blast; When hailstanes drive wi' bitter skyte, And infant frosts begin to bite, In hoary cranreuch drest; Ae night at e'en a wany core O' randie, gangrel bodies, prit In Poosie-Nansie's held the splore, гада Wi' quaffing and laughing, nearest First, niest the fire, in auld red rags, Ane sat; weel brac'd wi' mealy bags, And knapsack a' in order; His doxy lay within his arm, Wi' usquebae an' blankets warm, She blinket on her sodger: whiskey An' aye he gies the tozie drab non- น Just like an aumos dish. Ilk smack still, did crack still, AIR. TUNE-"Soldier's Joy." I AM a son of Mars who have been in many wars, And show my cuts and scars wherever I come; My 'prentiship I past where my leader breath'd his last, When the bloody die was cast on the heights of Abram ; I serv'd out my trade when the gallant game was play'd, And the Moro low was laid at the sound of the drum. Lal de daudle, etc. I lastly was with Curtis, among the floating batt❜ries And now, tho' I must beg with a wooden arm and leg, Lal de daudle, etc. What tho' with hoary locks, I must stand the winter shocks, RECITATIVO. rafters He ended; and the kebars sheuk, Aboon the chorus roar ; While frighted rattons backward leuk, A fairy fiddler frae the neuk, But up arose the martial chuck, |