At Wallace' name what Scottish blood Still pressing onward, red-wat shod,1 Oh, sweet are Coila's haughs2 an' woods, While through the braes the cushat croods E'en winter bleak has charms to me, Are hoary grey; Or blinding drifts wild-furious flee, Darkening the day! O Nature! a' thy shows an' forms, Or winter howls in gusty storms The lang, dark night! The Muse, nae poet ever fand her, The warly race may drudge an' drive, And I, wi' pleasure, Shall let the busy, grumbling hive 6 Bum owre their treasure. Fareweel, "my rhyme-composing brither! In love fraternal: May Envy wallop in a tether, Black fiend, infernal! TO WILLIAM SIMPSON. While highlandmen hate tolls and taxes; Diurnal turns, Count on a friend, in faith an' practice, 1 177 In days when mankind were but callans * 3 They took nae pains their speech to balance, But spak' their thoughts in plain, braid Lallans,* 6 In thae auld times, they thought the moon, 7 Gaed past their viewing, And shortly after she was done, They gat a new one. This past for certain undisputed; Some herds, well learned upo' the beuk, An' backlins comin', to the leuk, She grew mair bright. 1 Sheep which died of disease, and were the herdsmen's perquisites. 2 Pin. 5 Shirt. 3 Children. 6 Shoes. 4 Lowland words. 7 Shred. This was denied, it was affirmed; Should think they better were informed Than their auld daddies Frae less to mair it gaed to sticks; Wi' hearty crunt;3 An' some, to learn them for their tricks, This game was played in monie lands, The lairds forbade, by strict commands, But new-light herds gat sic a cowe,5 Ye'll find ane placed; An' some their new-light fair avow Just quite barefaced. Nae doubt the auld-light flocks are bleatin'; 7 Wi' girnin' spite, To hear the moon sa sadly lied on 1 Flocks. By word an' write. But shortly they will cowe the louns! An' stay a month amang the moons, Guid observation they will gi'e them; An' when the auld moon's gaun to lea'e them, An' when the new-light billies see them, 4 Fellows. I think they'll crouch! 2 Blows and cuts. 5 Fright. 3 Dint. 6 Crying. 7 Grinning. 8 Fellows. TO J. RANKINE. Sae, ye observe that a' this clatter Is naething but a "moonshine matter; I hope we bardies ken some better Than mind sic brulzie.2 EPISTLE TO J. RANKINE, ENCLOSING SOME POEMS. O ROUGH, rude, ready-witted Rankine, 4 Your dreams an' tricks Straught to auld Nick's. Ye ha'e sae monie cracks an' cants,5 An' fill them fou;Ĝ And then their failings, flaws, an' wants Are a' seen through. Hypocrisy, in mercy spare it! That holy robe, oh, dinna tear it! But your curst wit, when it comes near it, 7 8 Think, wicked sinner, wha ye 're skaithing; 179 1 Quarrelling. Like you or I. A certain humorous dream of his was then making a noise in the country-side. 5 Stories and tricks. 6 Make them tipsy. 7 Injuring. 8 An allusion to the dress of the privileged beggars, or gaberlunzie men, who wore a blue dress. I've sent you here some rhyming ware, Yon sang,' ye'll sen't wi' cannie care, Though, faith, sma' heart ha'e I to sing! An' danced my fill; I'd better gaen an' saired3 the King "Twas ae night lately in my fun, An' brought a paitrick to the grun, And, as the twilight was begun, 5 Thought nane wad ken. The poor wee thing was little hurt; I straikit it a wee for sport, Ne'er thinkin' they wad fash me for 't; But, de'il ma care! Somebody tells the poacher court The hale affair. Some auld used hands had ta'en a note, I was suspected for the plot; I scorned to lie; So gat the whissle o' my groat, An' pay't the fee. But, by my gun, o' guns the wale, The game shall I vow an' swear! pay o'er moor an' dale As soon's the clockin' time is by, For my gowd guinea: Though I should herd the buckskin kye |