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A country girl at her wheel,
Her dizzens done, she's unco' weel:...
But Gentlemen, an' Ladies warst,
Wi' ev'ndown want o'wark are curst.
They loiter, lounging, lank, an' lazy;
Tho' deil haet hails them, yet uneasy i
Their days insipid, dull, an' tasteless;
Their nights unquiet, lang, an' restless;
An' ev'n their sports, their balls, an' races,
Their galloping through public places,
There's sic parade, sic pomp, an art,
The joy can scarcely reach the heart. .
The men cast out in party matches,
Then sowther a' in deep debauches :
Ae night they're mad wi' drink and wh—ring,
Niest day their life is past enduring.
The ladies arm-in-arm in clusters,
As great and gracious a' as sisters;
But hear their absent thoughts o' ither,
They're a' run deils an' jads thegither.
Whyles, o'er the wee bit cup an' platie,
They sip the scandal potion pretty ;
Or lee-lang nights, wi' crabbit leuks
Pore o'er the devil's pictur'd beuks ;
Stake on a chance a farmer's stackyard,
An' cheat like onie unhang'd blackguard,

There's some exception, man an' woman;.; But this is Gentry's life in common,

By this, the sun was out o' sight,
An' darker gloaming brought the night : :

The bum-clock humu'd wi' lazy drone;
The kye stood rowtin i' the loan ;
When up they gat, and shook their lugs,
Rejoic'd they were na men, but dogs ;
An' each took aff his several way,
Resolv!d to meet some ither day.

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SCOTCH DRINK.

Gie him strong drink, until he wink;

That's sinking in despair ;
An' liquor guid, to fire his bluid;

That's prest wil grief an' care ;
There let him bouse, an' deep carously

Wi' bumpers flowin o'er,
Till he forgets his loves or debts,
An' minds his griefs no more.

SOLOMON'S PROVERBS, xxxi. 6, ha

Let other Poets raise a fracas,
'Bout vines, an' wines, and drunken Bacchus,
An' crabbit names an' stories wrack us,

An' grate our lug,
I sing the juice Scots bear can mak us,

In glass or jug.

O thou, my Muse! guid auld Scotch Drinks Whether thro' wimpling worms thou jink, Or, richly brown, ream o'er the brink,

In glorious faem, Inspire me, till I lisp and wink,

To sing thy name!

Let husky Wheat the haughs adorn,
An' Aits set up their awnie horn,
An' Pease and Beans at e'en or morn,

Perfume the plain,
Leeze me on thee, John Barleycorn,

Thou king o' grain

On tfiee aft Scotland chows her cood,
In souple scones, the wale o' food!
Or tumblin in the boiling flood

Wi' kail an' beef;
But when thou pours thy strong heart's blood,

There thou shines chief.

Food fills the wame, an' keeps us livin;
Tho' life's a gift no worth receivin,
When heavy dragg'd wi' pine an' grievin;

But, oil'd by thee,
The wheels o' life gae down-hill, scrievin,

Wi' rattlin glee.

Thou clears the head o' doited Lear;
Thou cheers the heart o' drooping Care;
Thou strings the

nerves o' Labour sair,
At's

weary Thou even brightens dark Despair,

Wi' gloomy smile.

toil ;

Aft, clad in massy silver weed, Wi' Gentles thou erects thy head; Yet humbly kind in time o' need,

The poor man's wine, His wee drap parritch, or his bread,

Thou kitchens fine.

Thou art the life o' public haunts;
But thee, what were our fairs and rants ?
Er'n godly meetings o' the saunts,

By thee inspir’d,

When gaping they besiege the tents,

Are doubly fir'd.

That merry night we get the corn in, O sweetly then thou reams the hora in! Or reekin on a New-year morning

In cog or bicker, An' just a wee drap sp’ritual burn in,

An' gusty sucker!

When Vulcan gies his bellows breath, An' ploughmen gather wi' their graith,. Q rare! to see thee fizz an' freath,

I'th' lugget caup ! Then Burnewin* comes on like death

At ev'ry chaup.

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Nae mercy, then, for airn or steel; The brawnie, bainie, pleuglıman chiel, Brings hard owrehip, wi' sturdy wheel,

The strong forehammer, Till block an' studdie ring and reel

Wi dinsome clamour.

When skirlin' weanies see the light, Thou maks the gossips clatter bright, How fumblin cuifs their dearies slight;

Wae worth the name! Nae howdie gets a social night,

Or plack frae them. * Burnewin-Burn-the-wind-the blacksmith-an appropriate title.

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