O DEATH, had’st thou but spar’d…
Whom we this day lament,
We freely wad exchanged the wife,
And a’ been weel content.
Ev’n as he is, cauld in his graff,
O THOU, in whom we live and move…
Who made the sea and shore;
Thy goodness constantly we prove,
And grateful would adore;
And, if it please Thee, Power abo…
O stay, sweet warbling wood—lark,…
Nor quit for me the trembling spra…
A hapless lover courts thy lay,
Thy soothing fond complaining.
Again, again that tender part,
When Januar’ wind was blawing cau…
As to the north I took my way,
The mirksome night did me enfauld,
I knew na whare to lodge till day:
By my gude luck a maid I met,
Fair fa’ your honest, sonsie face,
Great chieftain o’ the puddin—race…
Aboon them a’ ye tak your place,
Painch, tripe, or thairm:
Weel are ye wordy of a grace
I HAE been at Crookieden,
My bonie laddie, Highland laddie,
Viewing Willie and his men,
My bonie laddie, Highland laddie.
There our foes that burnt and slew…
HOW cruel are the parents
Who riches only prize,
And to the wealthy booby
Poor Woman sacrifice!
Meanwhile, the hapless Daughter
O SAW ye bonnie Lesley
As she gaed o’er the Border?
She 's gane, like Alexander,
To spread her conquests farther.
To see her is to love her,
My heart is a—breaking, dear Titt…
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 fello…
WHERE, braving angry winter’s st…
The lofty Ochils rise,
Far in their shade my Peggy’s cha…
First blest my wondering eyes;
As one who by some savage stream
Chor.'And I’ll kiss thee yet, y…
And I’ll kiss thee o’er again:
And I’ll kiss thee yet, yet,
My bonie Peggy Alison.
ILK care and fear, when thou art…
Nae lark in transport mounts the s…
Or leaves wi’ early plaintive cry,
But I will bid a last good—bye,
My last farewell to Stirling O.
LOUD blaw the frosty breezes,
The snaws the mountains cover;
Like winter on me seizes,
Since my young Highland rover
Far wanders nations over.
THOU flatt’ring mark of friendsh…
Still may thy pages call to mind
The dear, the beauteous donor;
Tho’ sweetly female ev’ry part,
Yet such a head, and more the hear…
BLEST be M’Murdo to his latest…
No envious cloud o’ercast his even…
No wrinkle, furrow’d by the hand o…
Nor ever sorrow add one silver hai…
O may no son the father’s honour s…