Anbank, wha guess'd the ladies' taste, When Love and Beauty heard the news, Sir Politicks to fetter, As their's alone, the patent-bliss, Then mounted Mirth, on gleesome wing, Cauld Boreas, wi' his boisterous crew, And Cynthia's car, o' silver fu', The western breeze steals through the trees, How many a robe sae gaily floats! What sparkling jewels glance, man! To Harmony's enchanting notes, When Politics came there, to mix Wi' humble prayer to join and share THE HIGHLAND WIDOW'S LAMENT. This is no exaggerated picture of the desolation which was commanded and sanctioned by the Duke of Cumberland in putting down the rebellion in 1745. OH! I am come to the low countrie, Och-on, och-on, och-rie! Without a penny in my purse, To buy a meal to me. It was na sae in the Highland hills, For then I had a score o' kye, And there I had three score o' yowes, I was the happiest of a' the clan, Till Charlie Stewart cam' at last, My Donald's arm was wanted then, Their waefu' fate what need I tell, Oh! I am come to the low countrie, Nae woman in the world wide PEG-A-RAMSEY. The old song of this name was a very famous amatory song. Tune-Cauld is the e'ening blast. CAULD is the e'enin' blast O' Boreas o'er the pool, When birks are bare at Yule. O bitter blaws the e'enin' blast Ne'er sae murky blew the night THERE WAS A BONNIE LASS. THERE was a bonnie lass, And a bonnie, bonnie lass, And she lo'ed her bonnie laddie dear; Till war's loud alarms, Tore her laddie frae her arms, Wi' mony a sigh and tear. Over sea, over shore, Where the cannons loudly roar, He still was a stranger to fear: Or his bosom assail, But the bonnie lass he lo'ed sae dear. O MALLY'S MEEK, MALLY'S SWEET, This stands the last of the communications to the Museum. It is said to have been produced on seeing a young countrywoman with her shoes and stockings packed carefully up, and her petticoats kilted, which shewed 'Her straight bare legs, that whiter were than snaw.” O MALLY's meek, Mally's sweet, Mally's modest and discreet, Mally's rare, Mally's fair, Mally's every way complete. As I was walking up the street, A barefit maid I chanced to meet; For that fair maiden's tender feet. Her yellow hair, beyond compare, Comes trinkling down her swan-white neck, And her two eyes, like stars in skies, Would keep a sinking ship frae wreck. O Mally's meek, Mally's sweet, Mally's modest and discreet, Mally's rare, Mally's fair, Mally's every way complete. ADDITIONAL MISCELLANEOUS PIECES. THE FAREWELL. These beautiful and affecting stanzas were composed under great distress of mind, when his prospects in life were so gloomy, that his only hope for success seemed to be directed to obtaining a situation in the West Indies. FAREWELL, old Scotia's bleak domains, A faithful brother I have left, My Smith, my bosom frien'; O then befriend my Jean! What bursting anguish tears my heart! |