Ha! Gany, come, my dainty boy,
Skink 't up, and let us prieve;
Without it life wad be a toy :
Here, gi'e me 't in my nive.
Good health to Hamilton, and his
Lov'd mate:-O, father Jove! we crave
Thou 'It grant them a lang tack of bliss,
And rowth of bonny bairns and brave:
Pour on them, frae thy endless store,
A' bennifons that are divine,
With as good will as I waught o'er
This flowing glass of heav'nly wine.
[Drinks, and caufes all the company to drink round.]
Come, fee 't about; and fyne let's all advance,
Mortals and gods be pairs, and tak a dance:
Minerva mim, for a' your mortal ftoor,
Ye shall with billy Bacchus fit the floor.
Play up there, laffie, fome blyth Scottish tune,
Syne a' be blyth, when wine and wit gae round.
[The health about, mufic and dancing begin.-The dancing over, before her Grace retires with the ladies to be undressed, CALLIOPE fings the]
EPITHALAMIUM.
Bright is the low of lawfu' love,
Which fhining fauls impart,
It to perfection mounts above,
And glows about the heart:
It is the flame gives lafting worth,
To greatness, beauty, wealth, and birth.
illustrious youthfu' pair,
Who are high heaven's delight and care,
The blissfu' beam darts warm and fair,
And fhall improve the rest
Of a' these gifts baith great and rare
Of which ye are poffest.
Bacchus, bear off your dinfome gang,
Hark! frae yon howms the rural thrang
Invite you now away;
While ilka hynd,
And maiden kind,
Dance in a ring,
While fhepherds fing
In honour of the day :
Gae drink and dance
'Till morn advance,
And set the twinkling fires;
While we prepare
To lead the fair
And brave to their defires.
Gae, Loves and Graces, take your place,
Around the nuptial bed abide;
Fair Venus heighten each embrace,
And smoothly make their minutes flide.
Gae, Hymen, put the couch in cafe;
Minerva, thither lead the Bride;
Neist, all attend his youthfu' Grace,
And lay him fweetly by her fide.
UPON THE HAPPY MARRIAGE OF GEORGE LORD RAMSAY AND
HAIL to the brave apparent chief,
Boast of the Ramfays' clanifh name,
Whase ancestors ftood the relief
Of Scotland, ages known to fame.
Hail to the lovely fhe, whose charms,
Complete in graces, meet his love;
Adorn'd with all that greatness warms,
And makes him grateful bow to Jove.
Both from the line of patriots rise,
Chiefs of Dalhoufie and Panmure,
Whose loyal fames fhall ftains despise,
While ocean flows, and orbs endure.
The Ramfays! Caledonia's prop;
The Maules! ftruck ftill her foes with dread; Now join'd, we from the union hope
A race of heroes fhall fucceed.
Let meaner fouls tranfgrefs the rules,
That's fix'd by honour, love, and truth;
While little views proclaim them fools,
Unworthy beauty, fenfe, and youth:
Whilft you, bleft pair, belov'd by all
The powers above, and blest below;
Shall have delights attend your call,
And lasting pleasures on you flow.
What fate has fix'd, and love has done,
The guardians of mankind approve :
Well may they finish what 's begun,
And from your joys all cares remove.
We wish'd-when straight a heavenly voice
Infpir'd-we heard the blue-ey'd maid
Cry, "Who dare quarrel with the choice?
"The choice is mine, be mine their aid."
Be thine their aid, O wifeft power!
And foon again we hope to fee
Their plains return, fplendid their tower,
And bloffom broad the Edgewell tree *.
*See note, vol. i. p. 329.
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