Farewell to the forests and wild-hanging woods; Farewell to the torrents and loud-pouring floods. My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here; My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer; A-chasing the wild deer, and following the roe My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go. THE BANKS OF NITH. TUNE - Robie donna Gorach. THE Thames flows proudly to the sea, Where Cummins ance had high command. How lovely, Nith, thy fruitful vales, Where lambkins wanton through the broom! Though wandering, now, must be my doom, MY HEART IS A-BREAKING, DEAR TITTIE ! My heart is a-breaking, dear tittie! Some counsel unto me come len', To anger them a' is a pity, But what will I do wi' Tam Glen? I'm thinking wi' sic a braw fellow In poortith I might make a fen'; What care I in riches to wallow, If I maunna marry Tam Glen? sister poverty-shift There's Lowrie, the Laird o' Drumeller, Guid-day to you, brute! he comes ben; He brags and he blaws o' his siller, But when will he dance like Tam Glen? in My minnie does constantly deave me, mother-deafen And bids me beware o' young men ; They flatter, she says, to deceive me, My daddie says, gin I'll forsake him, He'll gie me guid hunder marks ten: Yestreen at the valentines' dealing, My heart to my mou' gied a sten; bound For thrice I drew ane without failing, And thrice it was written - Tam Glen. The last Halloween I was waukin watching wet My droukit sark-sleeve, as ye ken; His likeness cam' up the house staukin, And the very gray breeks o' Tam Glen! Come counsel, dear tittie! don't tarry I'll gie you my bonny black hen, Gif ye will advise me to marry The lad I lo'e dearly-Tam Glen. ELEGY ON PEG NICHOLSON,1 A DEAD MARE. PEG NICHOLSON was a good bay mare, Peg Nicholson was a good bay mare, Peg Nicholson was a good bay mare, Peg Nicholson was a good bay mare, And much oppressed and bruised she was, iron - etc., etc. Feb. 9, 1790. 1 In burlesque allusion, it may be presumed, to the insane woman, Margaret Nicholson, who made an attempt to stab George III. with a knife, August, 1786. WRITTEN TO A GENTLEMAN 1 WHO HAD SENT THE POET A NEWSPAPER, AND OFFERED TO CONTINUE IT FREE OF EXPENSE. KIND Sir, I've read your paper through, How guessed ye, sir, what maist I wanted? gaunted, groaned yawned To ken what French mischief was brewin', If Venus yet had got his nose off; Atween the Russians and the Turks; Or if the Swede, before he halt, contention lease Or Poland, wha had now the tack o't: If Spaniard, Portuguese, or Swiss, emasculated 1 Probably Mr. Peter Stuart, of the Star newspaper. 2 Gustavus III. had attracted considerable notice in 1789 by his vigorous measures against Russia, and the arrest of many of his nobility who disapproved of his measures. |