I'm gaun to do't-yes, here I'm willing, The minute that I get the shilling, To gang and be a sodger. And as for her, that saucy fair, My mind is on a rack; She's sleighted me-but here I swear, To ilka brae, to ilka burn, To ane an' a' fareweel." VI. Poor senseless Will the shilling got― The sergeant called the tither pot, And cried, "Our friend will pay't." The beer was brought-round went the drink— Will's spirits soon began to sink, 66 They wi' his shilling gaed. Come, do not let your spirits down;" The winning soldier said, "Cheer up my lad, and do not fear, A man you'll soon be made!" He cried then, and dried then Was easily won awa'. VII. And list again to that loud noise Of drums and fifes, and men and boys, Observe ye these are players; They surely lead an awfu' life, Of toil and trouble, woe and strife, Of crosses and of cares: They're ever pinced by poverty, Thus strolling through the world they gae, Nae hame can they claim; And nae comfort can they have; They're hurled through the world, Till they sink into the grave. VIII. And mony a funny sight was seen, I wat he gart her reel; Sure kindness came at ilka hand, He treated her at tent and stand, Some selling saft, and some hard-ware, And a' that I saw, As I here and there was driven, Just proved ilka ane loved To be lightsome as weel's livin'. THE MILLER O' THE MAINS. When chapman billies leave the street, BURNS. TWILIGHT stole o'er the world, the sun Our hero gaed, wi' mony mair, For he was unco blythe and cheerie. By his queer gait you weel might see And a' he thocht wad gi'e him glory, Wi' cheerful story, guid auld sang. They soon gat hame, but ilka pair Maun gang wi' John, till he ance mair Wad treat them; so he enter'd wi' them— His friends I ween were glad to see them. Close by the ingle sat the father, Wha now began to joke and bother The lads and lasses. Free frae care They see the guid auld wife prepare A cheerfu' supper, which, when ended, Strong ale and guid Glenlevit tended To mak' them happy. Ilka chiel, Ere lang, wi' joy began to feel Himsel' as blest as blest could be ; The time flew owre their heads wi' glee. Richt blythe and canty a' thegither, The watch-dog at the door was yowling ; |