NEW YEAR'S DAY [1790] NEW YEAR'S DAY [1790] TO MRS. DUNLOP THIS day, Time winds th' exhausted chain; With ardent eyes, complexion sallow, To wheel the equal, dull routine. First, what did yesternight deliver? 'Another year has gone for ever.' And what is this day's strong suggestion? "The passing moment's all we rest on!' Rest on-for what? what do we here? Or why regard the passing year? Will Time, amus'd with proverb'd lore, Add to our date one minute more? A few days may-a few years must― Repose us in the silent dust. Then, is it wise to damp our bliss? Since then, my honour'd first of friends, On this poor being all depends; Let us th' important now employ, And live as those who never die. AULD LANG SYNE AULD LANG SYNE SHOULD auld acquaintance be forgot, Chorus. For auld lang syne, my dear, We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet, And surely ye'll be your pint stowp! And we'll tak a cup o' kindness yet, For auld lang syne. For auld, etc. We twa hae run about the braes, But we've wander'd mony a weary fitt, Sin' auld lang syne. For auld, etc. We twa hae paidl'd in the burn, Frae morning sun till dine; But seas between us braid hae roar'd For auld, etc. And there's a hand, my trusty fiere! And gies a hand o' thine! And we'll tak a right gude-willie waught, For auld lang syne. For auld, etc. EPISTLE TO DAVIE: A BROTHER POET EPISTLE TO DAVIE: A BROTHER POET SELECTIONS WHAT tho', like commoners of air, Yet nature's charms, the hills and woods, In days when daisies deck the ground, On braes when we please then, It's no in titles nor in rank; It's no in makin' muckle, mair; To make us truly blest: |