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Money maks us merry,
Money maks us braw; Money gets us sweethearts,
That's the best of a'!
I hae fat and slender,
I hae short and tall :
I despise them all.
Money they're a' seeking,
Money they'se get nane; Money sends them sneaking
After Madam Jane.
There's ane puir and bashfu',
I hae in my e'e,
Gin he fancies me..
Money maks us bonny,
Money maks us glad; Be she lame or lazy,
Money brings a lad.
WHEN WINDS THE MOUNTAIN OAK ASSAIL.
When winds the mountain oak assail,
And lay its glories waste,
Unconscious of the blast.
It hopes in time to roam no more:
To rest at last on shore.
Ye proud, ye selfish, ye severe,
How vain your mask of state!
The good alone are great ;
And hear the voice of artless praise ;
While shouting nations gaze.
ON BLYTHSOME MEAD,
On blythsome mead at morn to stray,
At e'en, when wearing hame the sheep,
Our sweet retreat, night's silent hour
Thus fled our smiling days of youth ;
I FOUND THE WARRIOR ON THE PLAIN.
I found the warrior on the plain,
His eye was fixed, his hand was chill,
The blood was on his helmet still,--
In the hot clasp of Victory!
The eye was fix'd, --but in its gaze
Look'd the high soul ;--the crimson'd brow
Had lit it with a warrior's glow :
Would not hare sought a prouder thron.