While slee Dundas arous'd the class
Be-north the Roman wa', man :
An' Chatham's wraith, in heavenly graith,
(Inspired bardies saw; man)
Wi' kindling eyes cry'd, Willie, rise! Would I hae feared them a' man ?'
But word an' blow, North, Fox, and Co. Gowff'd Willie like a ba', man,
Till Suthron raise, and coost their claise
Behind him in a raw, man;
An' Caledon threw by the drone,
An' did her whittle draw, man;
An' swoor fu' rude, thro' dirt an' blood
To mak it guid in law, man.
Tune CORN RIGS ARE BONNIE.'
It was upon a Lammas night,
When corn rigs are bonnie,
Beneath the moon's unclouded light,
I held awa to Annie:
The time flew by wi' tentless heed,
'Till 'tween the late and early,
Wi' sma' persuasion she agreed,
So see me thro' the barley,
The sky was blue, the wind was still,
The moon was shining clearly ;.
I set her down wi' right good will,
Amang the rigs o' barley:
I ken't her heart was a' my ain;
I lov'd her most sincerely;
I kiss'd her owre and owre again
Amang the rigs o' barley.
I lock'd her in my fond embrace !
Her heart was beating rarely:
My blessings on that happy place,
Amang the rigs o' barley!
But by the moon and stars so bright,
That shone that hour so clearly!
She ay shall bless that happy night,
Amang the rigs o' barley.
I hae been blithe wi' comrades dear ;
I hae been merry drinkin;
I hae been joyfa' gathrin gear;
I hae been happy thinkin :
But a' the pleasures e'er I saw,
Tho' three times doubl'd fairly,
That happy night was worth them a', Amang the rigs o' barley.
Corn rigs, an' barley rigs,
An' corn rigs are bonnie:
I'll ne'er forget that happy night,
Amang the rigs wi' Annie.
Tune- I HAD A HORSE, I HAD NAE MAIR.'
Now westlin' winds, and slaught'ring guns
Bring autumn's pleasant weather;
The moorcock springs on whirring wings,
Amang the blooming heather:"
Now waving grain, wide o'er the plain,
Delights the weary farmer;
And the moon shines bright, when I rove at night,
To muse upon my charmer.
The partridge loves the fruitful fells ;
The plover loves the mountains;
The woodcock haunts the lonely dells;
The soaring hern the fountains :
Thro' lofty groves the cushat roves,
The path of man to shun it;
The hazel bush o'erhangs the thrush,
The spreading thorn the linnet.
Thus ev'ry kind their pleasure find,
The savage and the tender;
Some social join, and leagues combine!
Some solitary wander :
Avaunt away! the cruel sway,
Tyrannic man's dominion;
The sportsman's joy, the murd'ring cry,
The flutt'ring, gory pinion !.
But Peggy dear, the ev'ning's clear,
Thick flies the skimming swallow;
The sky is blue the fields in view,
All fading green and yellow :
Come let us stray our gladsome way,
And view the charms of nature;
The rustling corn, the fruited thorn,
And every happy creature.
We'll gently walk, and sweetly talk,
Till the silent moon shine clearly;
I'll grasp thy waist, and, fondly prest,
Swear how I love thee dearly:
Not vernal show'rs to budding flow'rs
Not autumn to the farmer,
So dear can be as thou to me,
My fair, my lovely charmer!
BEHIND yon hills where Lugar* flows,
'Mang moors, an' mosses many, O,
The wintry sun the day has clos'd,
And I'll awa to Nannie, O.
The westlin wind blaws loud an' shill!
The night's baith mirk and rainy, O; But I'll get my plaid, an' out I'll steal, An' owre the hills to Nannie, O.
My Nannie's charming, sweet, an' young;
Nae artfu' wiles to win ye, 0:
May ill befa' the flattering tongue
That wad beguile my Nannie, O.
Her face is fair, her heart is true,
As spotless as she's bonnie, O:
The op'ning gowan, wet wi' dew,
Nae purer is than Nannie, Q.
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