. 145 The wind blew hollow frae the hills Thee, Caledonia, thy wild heaths among Thine be the volumes, Jessy fair. This day, Time winds th' exhausted chain This wot ye all whom it concerns Thou bed, in which I first began Thou's welcome, wean, mishanter fa' me Thou, who thy honour as thy God rever'st - Through and through the inspired leaves 565 105 'Tis Friendship's pledge, my young fair friend. 220 To Crochallan came 'Twas in that place o' Scotland's isle 'Twas where the birch and sounding thong are Upon that night, when fairies light Wae worth thy power, thou cursed leaf We cam na here to view your warks. Wee, modest, crimson-tipped flower Wee, sleekit, cow-rin', tim'rous beastie When Death's dark stream I ferry o'er Whoe'er thou art, O reader, know Whoe'er thou art, these lines now reading Why am I loath to leave this earthly scene? Wow, but your letter made me vauntie ! Ye hypocrites! are these your pranks? Ye men of wit and wealth, why all this sneering 273 Ye sons of sedition, give ear to my song . 276 and through. Sir Your news and review, Sir, I've read through . 574 . 215 Her daddie forbad Her flowing locks, the raven's wing Here's to thy health, my bonnie lass Hey, the dusty miller Highland Mary Honest poverty How can I be blythe and glad? How cruel are the parents How lang and dreary is the night . 349 |