Is there a whim-inspired fool, Owre fast for thought, owre hot for rule, Owre blate to seek, owre proud to snool, Let him draw near; And owre this grassy …
Epitaph On A Henpecked Country Squire As father Adam first was fool’d, (A case that’s still too common,) Here lies man a woman ruled, The devil ruled the woman. …
Tune-“Guidnight, and joy be wi’ you a’.” Adieu! a heart-warm fond adieu; Dear brothers of the mystic tie! Ye favoured, enlighten’d few, Companions of my social joy; Tho’ I …
Tune-“Gilderoy.” From thee, Eliza, I must go, And from my native shore; The cruel fates between us throw A boundless ocean’s roar: But boundless oceans, roaring wide, Between my love …
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Song Composed in August [ Later known as “Now Westlin Winds and Slaught’ring Guns” ]
Tune – “I had a horse, I had nae mair.” Click on this link to hear the singing of ‘Now Westlin Winds‘ by our own cronie Alan Prior …
Tune – “Corn Rigs are bonie.” It was upon a Lammas night, When corn rigs are bonie, Beneath the moon’s unclouded light, I held awa to Annie; The time …
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To J.R******, enclosing some Poems ……….. [ Later referred to as “Epistle to John Rankine” ]
O Rough, rude, ready-witted Rankine, The wale o’ cocks for fun an’ drinkin! There’s mony godly folks are thinkin, Your dreams and tricks Will send you, Korah-like, a-sinkin Straught …
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……. to W.S*****n, Ochiltree………. [ Later referred to as “Epistle to William Simpson” ]
I gat your letter, winsome Willie; Wi’ gratefu’ heart I thank you brawlie; Tho’ I maun say’t, I wad be silly, And unco vain, Should I believe, my coaxin …
While new-ca’d kye rowte at the stake An’ pownies reek in pleugh or braik, This hour on e’enin’s edge I take, To own I’m debtor To honest-hearted, auld Lapraik, …
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Epistle to John L*****k, an old Scotch Bard ………… [ Later referred to as “Epistle to J. Lapraik” ]
While briers an’ woodbines budding green, An’ paitricks scraichin loud at e’en, An’ morning poussie whiddin seen, Inspire my muse, This freedom, in an unknown frien’, I pray excuse. …