I canna say but ye strunt rarely, Owre gauze and lace; Tho' faith, I fear ye dine but sparely Ye ugly, creepin, blastit wonner, Detested, shunn'd by saunt an' sinner, How dare ye set your fit upon her, Sae fine a lady! Gae somewhere else and seek your dinner, Swith, in some beggar's haffet squattle ; There ye may creep, and sprawl, and sprattle Wi' ither kindred, jumpin cattle, In shoals and nations; Whare horn or bane ne'er dare unsettle Now haud ye there, ye're out o' sight, Till ye've got on it, The vera tapmost, tow'ring height O' Miss's bonnet. My sooth! right bauld ye set your nose out, As plump and gray as onie grozet ; O for some rank, mercurial rozet, Or fell, red smeridum, I'd gie you sic a hearty doze o't, Wad dress your droddum! I wad na been surpris'd to spy You on an auld wife's flainen toy; Or aiblins some bit duddie boy, On's wyliecoat; But Miss's fine Lunardi! fie, How dare ye do't! O Jenny, dinna toss your head, An' set your beauties a' abread! Ye little ken what cursed speed The blastie's makin! Thae winks and finger ends, I dread, Are notice takin! O wad some pow'r the giftie gie us To see oursels as others see us! It wad free monie a blunder free us And foolish notion: What airs in dress an' gait wad lea'e us, And ev'n Devotion! ADDRESS TO EDINBURGH. I. EDINA! Scotia's darling seat! All hail thy palaces and tow'rs, Where once beneath a monarch's feet Sat legislation's sov'reign pow'rs! From marking wildly-scatter'd flow'rs, As on the banks of Ayr I stray'd, And singing, lone, the ling'ring hours, I shelter in thy honour'd shade. II. Here wealth still swells the golden tide, As busy trade his labours plies; There architecture's noble pride Bids elegance and splendour rise; Here justice, from her native skies, High wields her balance and her rod; There learning, with his eagle eyes, Seeks science in her coy abode. III. Thy Sons, EDINA, social, kind, With open arms the stranger hail; Their views enlarg'd, their lib'ral mind, Above the narrow, rural valë; Attentive still to sorrow's wail, 'Or modest merit's silent claim ; And never may their sources fail! And never envy blot their name. IV. Thy daughters bright thy walks adorn! I see the sire of love on high, And own his work indeed divine ! V. There, watching high the least alarms, VI. With awe-struck thought, and pitying tears, VII. Wild beats my heart to trace your steps, Haply my sires have left their shed, VIII. EDINA! Scotia's darling seat! EPISTLE TO J. LAPRAIK. AN OLD SCOTTISH BARD. WHILE briers an" woodbines budding green, Inspire my muse, This freedom in an unknown frien' I pray excuse. On fasten-een we had a rockin, Ye need na doubt; At length we had a hearty yokin There was ae sang amang the rest, Aboon them a' it pleas'd me best, |