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Thus ilka sense he did conveen,
Dear Master James, wha brought our Lest glamour' had beguil'd his een ;
chear? They all in ane united body,
Sic laits' appear to us sae awfu', Declar'd it a fine fat how towdy.?
We hardly think your learning lawfu'." “Nae mair about it," quoth the miller, “To bring your doubts to a conclusion,” “The fowl looks weel, an' we'll fa' till Says James, "ken I'm a Rosicrucian; her."
Ane o' the set that never carries
There was a sage call'd Albumazor,
Whase wit was gleg 2 as ony razor : I'd be oblig'd t' ye a' my life,
Frae this great man we learn'd the skill An' offer to the deil my wife,
To bring these gentry to our will ;
An' they appear, when we've a mind,
Now, if you'll drap your foolish fear,
Then thrice he shook a willow-wand, Hab fidg'd an' leugh, his elbuck clew, Wi' kittle 5 words thrice gave command ; Baith fear'd, an' fond a sp'rit to view : That done, wi'look baith learn'd an' grave, At last his courage wan the day, Said, “Now ye'll get what ye wad have ; He to the scholar's will gae way. Twa bottles o' as nappy liquor
Bessy be this began to smell As ever ream'd in horn or bicker,
A rat, but kept her mind to'r sell : Behind the ark? that hauds your meal, She pray'd like howdy 3 in her drink, Ye'll find twa standing corkit weel." But meantime tipt young James a wink. He said, an' fast the miller flew,
James frae his eye an answer sent, An' frae their nest the bottles drew; Which made the wife right weel content, Then first the scholar's health he toasted, Then turn'd to Hab, an' thus advis'd : Whase art had gart him feed on roasted; "Whate'er you see, be nought surpriz'd, His father's neist,—an' a' the rest But for your saul move not your tongue, O' his guid friends that wish'd him best, An' ready stand wi' a great rung ; * Which were o'er langsome at the time, Syne as the sp'rit gangs marching out, In a short tale to put in rhyme.
Be sure to lend him a sound rout: Thus, while the miller an' the youth I bidna this by way o' mocking, Were blythly slock’ning o' their drowth, For nought delytes him mair than knockBess, fretting, scarcely held frae greeting,
ing." The priest inclos'd, stood vex'd an' sweat- Hab got a kent 5—stood by the hallan, ing.
An' straight the wild mischievous callan 6 "O wow !" said Hab, "if ane might Cries, “Radamanthus Husky Mingo, spear,
Monk, Horner, Hipock, Jinko, Jingo,
Appear in likness o' a Priest, * Magic influence. 4 A drink. 2 Young hen. 5 Uncommon.
4 Cudgel. 3 Stump and rump; 6 Mantled, frothed.
5 Cudgel, stick. entirely. 7 Chest.
6 Lad or boy.
No like a deil in shape o' beast,
Said he, we'll truly weigh the case, Wi' gaping chafts to fleg us a':
An’ strictest justice shall hae place ; Wauk forth, the door stands to the wa'." Then lifting up the scales, he fand
Then frae the hole where he was pent, The tane bang up, the other stand: The priest approach'd right weel content; Syne out he took the heaviest half, Wi' silent pace strade o'er the floor, An’ate a noost' o't quickly aff, Till he was drawing near the door ; An' try'd it syne ;-it now prov'd light: Then to escape the cudgel ran,
Friends Cats, said he, we'll do ye right. But was nae miss'd by the guidman, Then to the other half he fell, Wha lent him on the neck a lounder,' An' laid till't teughly tooth an' nail, That gart him o'er the threshold founder. Till weigh'd again it lightest prov'd. Darkness soon hid him frae their sight, The judge, wha this sweet process lov'd, Ben flew the miller in a fright;
Still weigh'd the case, an' still ate on, “ I trow," quoth he, “I laid weel on ; Till clients baith were weary grown: But, wow! he's like our ain Mess John!" | An' tenting? how the matter went,
Cry’d, Come, come, Sir, we're baith con
Ye fools, quoth he, and justice too, THE TWA CATS AND THE Maun be content as weel as you. CHEESE.
Thus grumbld they, thus he went on,
Till baith the halves were near-hand done: Twa Cats ance on a Cheese did light,
Poor Pousies now the daffin 3 saw, To which baith had an equal right;
O' gan for nignyes 4 to the law ; But disputes, sic as aft arise,
An' bill'd the judge, that he wad please Fell out in sharing o' the prize.
To gie them the remaining cheese : Fair play, said ane, ye bite o'er thick,
To which his worship grave reply'd, Thae teeth o' your's gang wonder quick :
The dues of court maun first be paid. Let's part it, else, lang or the moon
Now justice pleas'd ;—what's to the fore 5 Be chang'd, the kebbuck? will be doon.
Will but right scrimply clear your score ; But wha's to do't?—They're parties baith, That's our decreet-gae hame an' sleep, An' ane may do the other skaith.
An' thank us ye're win aff sae cheap. Sae wi' consent away they trudge, An' laid the Cheese before a judge : A Monkey, wi' a campsho 3 face, Clerk to a justice o' the peace ;
THE CAMELEON. A judge he seem'd in justice skill'd, TWA travellers, as they were walking When he his master's chair had fill'd, 'Bout the Cameleon fell a talking, Now umpire chosen for division ;
(Sic think it shaws them metild men, Baith sware to stand by his decision, To say I've seen, an' ought to ken): Demure he looks—the Cheese he pales-- Says ane, 'tis a strange beast indeed, He prives —it's guid-ca's for the scales; Four-footed, with a fish's head; His knife whops throw't-in twa it fell ; A little bowk, with a lang tail, He puts ilk half in either shell :
4 Trifles. 1 A blow. 3 Distorted, crooked. 2 Observing.
5 What remains. 2 Cheese.
4 Proves, tests.
An' moves far slawer than a snail ; T'imagine ithers will by force
Submit their sentiments to yours ;
They'll ilka ane resemble me."
Fu' bonnie, braw, and sweet, my joe!
Let's tak' a walk up to the hill.
And leave the dinsome toun a while ? Ne'er fash yoursells about the matter, The blossom's sprouting frae the tree, Says the sagacious arbitrator,
And a' the simmer's gaun to smile. He's black. Sae nane of you are right. The mavis, nichtingale, and lark, I view'd him weel by candle-light;
The bleeting lambs and whistling hynd, And hae it in my pocket here,
In ilka dale, green, shaw, and park, Row'd in my napkin hale an' feer.6
Will nourish health, and glad your Fy! said ae cangler, what d'ye mean?
mind. l' ll lay my lugs 7 on't, that he's
Soon as the clear gudeman o' day
Does bend his morning draught o' dew, He's black, the judge maintain'd ay
We'll gae to some burn-side and play,
And gather flowers to busk your brow. stout, An' to convince them whoop'd him out :
We'll pou the daisies on the green, But to surprise o' ane an'a',
The lucken-gowans frae the bog ; The animal was white as snaw,
Between hands, now and then, we'll lean An' thus reprov'd them :-“Shallow boys,
And sport upon the velvet fog.
There's up into a pleasant glen,
A wee piece frae my father's tower, As guid as your's. Your judgment speak,
A canny, saft, and flowery den,
Which circling birks have formed a But never be sae daftly 8 weak
Whene'er the sun grows high and warm, 1 Blaeberry.
5 Insists. 2 Observing
We'll to the cawler shade remove ; 6 Safe and sound. 3 Mad. 7 I'll wager my ears.
There will I lock thee in my arm, 4 Asked.
And love and kiss, and kiss and love.
Unless they bring cash, or a lump o' land,
They'se ne'er get me to dance to their My mither's aye glowrin' ower me,
fiddle. Though she did the same before me ; I canna get leave,
There's meikle gude love in bands and To look at my love,
bags; Or else she'd be like to devour me.
And siller and gowd's a sweet com
plexion ; Right fain wad I tak' your offer,
But beauty and wit, and virtue in rags. Sweet sir-but I'll tyne my tocher ;
Have tint the art of gaining affection. Then, Sandy, ye'll fret,
Love tips his arrows with woods and parks, And wyte your puir Kate,
And castles, and riggs, and muirs, and Whene'er ye keek in your toom coffer.
meadows; For though my father has plenty
And naething can catch our modern sparks, Of silver, and plenishing dainty,
But weel-tocher'd lasses, or jointured Yet he's unco sweir
LOCHABER NO MORE.
FAREWELL to Lochaber, farewell to my
Where heartsome wi' thee I ha'e mony a Win them, I'll be at your devotion.
day been ; To Lochaber no more, to Lochaber no
more, GI'E ME A LASS WI' A LUMP These tears that I shed, they're a' for my
We'll maybe return to Lochaber no more. O' LAND.
dear, Gi'e me a lass with a lump o' land,
And no for the dangers attending on weir ; And we for life shall gang thegither ;
Though borne on rough seas to a far Tho' daft or wise, I'll ne'er demand,
bloody shore, Or black or fair, it maksna whether.
Maybe to return to Lochaber no more. I'm aff wi' wit, and beauty will fade, And blood alane's nae worth a shilling; Though hurricanes rise, though rise every
wind, But she that's rich, her market's made, For ilka charm about her's killing.
No tempest can equal the storm in my
mind ; Gi'e me a lass with a lump o’land, Though loudest of thunders on louder And in my bosom I'll hug my treasure ;
waves roar, Gin I had ance her gear in my hand, There's naething like leavin' my love on Should love turn dowf, it will find plea- the shore.
To leave thee behind me my heart is sair Laugh on wha likes : but there's my hand, pained, I hate with poortith, though bonnie, to But by ease that's inglorious no fame can meddle :
be gained : (7)
An' Mary's locks are like the craw,
Her een like diamonds' glances ; She's aye sae clean, redd-up, and braw ;
She kills whene'er she dances. Blythe as a kid, wi' wit at will,
She blooming, tight, and tall is, And guides her airs sae gracefu' still ;
O, Jove, she's like thy Pallas !
This is no mine ain house,
I ken by the rigging o't ; Since with my love I've changed vows,
I dinna like the bigging o't. For now that I'm young Robbie's bride, And mistress of his fire-side, Mine ain house I'll like to guide,
And please me with the trigging o't. Then fareweel to my father's house,
I gang whare love invites me ; 'The strictest duty this allows,
When love with honour meets me. When Hymen moulds us into ane, My Robbie's nearer than my kin, And to refuse him were a sin,
Sae lang's he kindly treats me. When I'm in my ain house,
True love shall be at hand aye,
And let my man command aye ;
And breaks the kindly band aye.
Dear Bessie Bell and Mary Gray,
Ye unco sair oppress us ;
Ye are sic bonnie lasses.
To ane by law we're stentit ;
And be wi' ane contentit.
FAIR WIDOW, ARE YE WAKIN'?
O WHA's that at my chamber-door?
“Fair widow, are ye waking?"