Nae mair the flow'r in field or meadow springs; [rays. blaze, While thick the gossamour waves wanton in the "Twas in that season, when a simple bard, Unknown and poor, simplicity's reward, Ae night, within the ancient brugh of Ayr, By whim inspir'd, or haply prest wi' care; He left his bed, and took his wayward route, And down by Simpson's' wheel'd the left about: (Whether impell'd by all-directing Fate, To witness what I after shall narrate; Or whether, rapt in meditation high, 2 He wander'd out he knew not where nor why :) A noted tavern at the Auld Brig end. 2 The two steeples. 3 The goshawk, or falcon. Our warlock Rhymer instantly descry'd The Sprites that owre the Brigs of Ayr preside. He seem'd as he wi' Time had warstl'd lang, AULD BRIG. I doubtna,frien',ye'll think ye're nae sheepshank, Ance ye were streekit owre frae bank to bank! But gin ye be a brig as auld as me, Tho', faith! that day, I doubt, ye'll never see; There'll be, if that date come, I'll wad a boddle, Some fewer whigmeleeries in your noddle. NEW BRIG. Auld Vandal, ye but show your little mense, Just much about it wi' your scanty sense; Will your poor narrow foot-path o' a street, Where twa wheel-barrows tremble when they meet, Your ruin'd, formless bulk o' stane an' lime, Compare wi' bonnie Brigs o' modern time? There's men o' taste would tak the Ducat-stream*, Tho' they should cast the very sark and swim, Ere they would grate their feelings wi' the view O'sic an ugly Gothic hulk as you. AULD BRIG. Conceited gowk! puff'd up wi' windy pride! This mony a year I've stood the flood an' tide; And tho' wi' crazy eild I'm sair forfairn, I'll be a Brig, when ye're a shapeless cairn! As yet ye little ken about the matter, But twa-three winters will inform ye better. When heavy, dark, continued, a'-day rains, Wi' deepening deluges o'erflow the plains; When from the hills where springs the brawling Or stately Lugar's mossy fountains boil, [Coil, Or where the Greenock winds his moorland course, Or haunted Garpals draws his feeble source, Arous'd by blust'ring winds an' spotting thowes, In mony a torrent down his sna-broo rowes; While crashing ice, borne on the roaring spate, Sweeps dams, an' mills, an' brigs, a' to the gate; And from Glenbuck', down to the Ratton-key', Auld Ayr is just one lengthen'd, tumbling sea; Then down ye'll hurl, deil nor ye never rise! And dash the gumlie jaups up to the pouring skies. A noted ford, just above the Auld Brig. 5 The banks of Garpal Water is one of the few places in the west of Scotland, where those fancy-scaring beings, known by the name of Ghaists, still continue pertinaciously to inhabit. 6 The source of the river Ayr. 7 A small landing place above the large key. A lesson sadly teaching, to your cost, NEW BRIG. Fine Architecture, trowth, I needs must say't The Lord be thankit that we've tint the gate o't! AULD BRIG. O ye, my dear-remember'd, ancient yealings,. Were ye but here to share my wounded feelings! Ye worthy Proveses, an' mony a Bailie, Wha in the paths o' righteousness did toil aye; Ye dainty Deacons, and ye douce Conveeners, To whom our moderns are but causey-cleaners; VOL. I. F Ye godly Councils wha hae blest this town; Wha meekly gie your hurdies to the smiters; A' ye douce folk I've borne aboon the broo, And agonizing, curse the time and place Meet owre a pint, or in the Council-house; Men, three-parts made by Tailors and by Barbers, Wha waste your weel-hain'd gear on damn'd new Brigs and Harbours! NEW BRIG. Now haud you there! for faith ye've said enough, |