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So ye may doucely fill'a throne,
For a' their clish-ma-claver:
Few better were, or braver ;
For monie a day.
Nane sets the lawn-sleeve sweeter,
Wad been a dress completer :
That bears the keys of Peter,
Some luckless day: . .
Ye've lately come athwart her;'
Weel rigg'd for Venus barter;
Your hymeneal charter,
* King Henry V.
* Alluding to the newspaper account of a certain royal sait er's amour.
Then heave aboard your grapple aien, An', large upo' her quarter,
Come full that day.
Ye royal lasses dainty,
An’gie you lads a-plenty:
For kings are unco scant ay ;
Qa opie day.
Ye're unco muckle dautet ;
be bitter sautet ;
That yet hae tarrow'd at it;
Fu' clean that day., THE VISION
The sun had clos'd the winter day;
To kail-yards green,
Whare she has been
The thresher's weary Aingin tree
Far i' the west,
I gaed to rest,
There, lanety, by the ingle-cheek,
The auld clay biggin
About the riggina
All in this mottie, tisty clime, I backward mus'd on Wasted time,
* Duan, a term of Osbian's for the different divisions of digressive poem. See bis Cath-Loday vol. iic of Macpherson's Fanslation,
How I had spent my youthfu' prime,
An' done nae-thing. But stringin blethers up in rhyme,
For fools to sing.
Had I to guid, advice but harkit, I might, by this, bae led a market, Or strutted in a bank an' clarkit
My cash-account: While here, half-mad, half-fed, half-sarkit,
Is a' the amount.
I started, mutt'ring, blockhead! coof I
Or some rash aith,
When click! the string the snick did draw, And jee! the door gaed to the wa'; An' by my ingle-lowe I saw,
Now bleezin bright, A tight, outlandish Hizzie, braw,
Come full in sight.
Ye need na doubt, I held my whisht ;
In some wild glen;
And stepped ben.
Green, slender, leaf-clad holly-boughs Were twisted, gracefu, round her brows : I took her for some Scottish Muse,
By that same token : An' come to stop those reckless vows,
Wou'd soon be broken.
A hair-brain'd, sentimental trace,'
upon Her eye, ev'n turn’d on empty space,
Beam'd keen with honour.
Down fow'd her robe, a tartan sheen,
Could only peer it;
Nane else came near it,
Her mantle large, of greenish hue, My gazing wonder chiefly drew : Deep lights and shades, bold-mingling, threw
A lustre grand; And seem'd, to my astonish'd view,
A well known land.
Here, rivers in the sea were lost; There, mountains to the skies were tost: Here, tumbling billows mark'd the coast,
With surging foam ;