Written in a Wrapper enclosing a letter to capt. Grose, to be left with Mr. Cardonnel, antiquarian. Tune-" Sir John Malcolm." Ken ye ought o' captain Grose? If he's amang his friends or foes? Is he south, or is he north? Or drowned in the river Forth? Is he slain by Highland bodies? And eaten like a weather-haggis? Is he to Abram's bosom gane? Or haudin Sarah by the wame? Where'er he be, the Lord be near him! As for the deil he daur na steer him, But please transmit th' enclosed letter, Which will oblige your humble debtor, So may ye hae auld stanes in store, Igo, ago. The very stanes that Adam bore, Iram, coram, dago. So may ye get in glad possession, Igo,& ago. The coins o' Satan's coronation! TO ROBERT GRAHAM, ESQ. OF FINTRY, On receiving a favour. I call no goddess to inspire my strains, Thou orb of day! thou other paler light! And all ye many sparkling stars of night; If aught that giver from my mind efface; If I that giver's bounty e'er disgrace; Then roll to me, along your wandering spheres, Only to number out a villain's years! EPITAPH ON A FRIEND. An honest man here lies at rest, A GRACE BEFORE DINNER. O Thou, who kindly dost provide For every creature's want! We bless thee, God of nature wide, For all thy goodness lent: And, if it please thee, heavenly guide, May never worse be sent ; But, whether granted or denied, Lord bless us with content! Amen! To my dear and much honoured friend, ON SENSIBILITY. Sensibility how charming, Thou, my friend, canst truly tell; But distress with horrors arming, Thou hast also known too well! Fairest flower, behold the lily, Hear the wood-lark charm the forest, To each pirate of the skies. Dearly bought the hidden treasure, A Verse composed and repeated by Burns, to the master of the house, on taking leave at a place in the Highlands, where he had been hospitably entertained. When death's dark stream I ferry o'er, FAREWELL TO AYRSHIRE. Scenes of woe and scenes of pleasure, Bonny Doon, sae sweet at gloaming, Bowers adieu, whare love, decoying, Friends, so near my bosom ever, Ye hae render'd moments dear; Friends! that parting tear reserve it, Could I think I did deserve it, How much happier would I be ! Scenes of woe and scenes of pleasure, |