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Song, "Behind yon hills where Lugar flows," 156
Green grow the Rashes. A Fragment,
Song, "Again rejoicing Nature sees,"
Song, "The gloomy night is gathering fast," 161
Song, "From thee, Eliza, I must go,"
The Farewell, to the Brethren of St. James's
Song, "No churchman am I for to rail and to
On seeing a Wounded Hare a fellow had shot at, 185
Address to the Shade of Thomson,
Epitaph on a celebrated Ruling Elder,
on a noisy Polemic,
on Wee Johnny,
for the Author's Father,
for R. A. Esq.
G. H. Esq.
A Bard's Epitaph,
On Captain Grose's Peregrinations,
On Miss Cruikshanks,
Song, "Anna, thy charms my bosom fire,”
In the alphabetical order of the first lines.
Adieu! a heart-warm fond adieu!
Admiring nature in her wildest grace,
Again rejoicing nature sees,
Again the silent wheels of time,
A guid new-year I wish thee, Maggie!
All hail! inexorable lord,
Among the heathy hills and ragged woods,
Ance mair I hail thee, thou gloomy December, 251
An honest man here lies at rest,
Anna, thy charms my bosom fire,
An' O for ane and twenty, Tam!
As I stood by yon roofless tower,
As Mailie an' her lambs.thegither,
A' ye wha live by soups o' drink,
Beauteous rose-bud, young and gay,
Behind yon hills where Lugar flows,
Below thir stanes lie Jamie's banes,
Blythe, blythe and merry was she,
Bonnie wee thing, cannie wee thing,
Clarinda, mistress of my soul,
Dear S****, the sleest paukie thief,
Does haughty Gaul invasion threat?
Dweller in yon dungeon dark,
Edina! Scotia's darling seat,
Expect na, sir, in this narration,
Friend of the poet, tried and leal,
From thee, Eliza, I must go,
Gane is the day, and mirk's the night,
Green grow the rashes, O!
Guid-mornin to your majesty,
Ha! whare ye gaun, ye crowlin ferlie,
Hail, Poesie! thou nymph reserv'd,
Has auld K********* seen the deil?
Hear, land o' cakes, and brither Scots,
Here sowter **** in death does sleep,
How cold is that bosom which folly once fir'd, 275
I call no goddess to inspire my strains,
I gaed a waefu' gate, yestreen,
I gat your letter, winsome Willie,
I lang hae thought, my youthfu' friend,
I'm three times doubly e'er your debtor,
Inhuman man! curse on thy barb'rous art,
In simmer when the hay was mawn,
I sing of a whistle, a whistle of worth,
Is there a whim-inspired fool,
It was upon a Lammas night,
Jockey's ta'en the parting kiss,
John Anderson my jo, John,
Ken ye ought o' captain Grose?
Kilmarnock wabsters, fidge and claw,
Kind sir, I've read your paper through,
Know thou, O stranger to the fame,
Lament in rhyme, lament in prose,
Late crippl'd of an arm, and now a leg,
Let other poets raise a fracas,
Musing on the roaring ocean,
My curse upon your venom'd stang,
My heart is a breaking, dear Tittie,
My heart is sair, I dare not tell,
My honour'd colonel, deep I feel,
My lord, I know, your noble ear,
My lov'd, my honour'd, much-respected friend! 102
My Peggy's face, my Peggy's form,
Nae gentle dames, tho' e'er so fair,
No churchman am I for to rail and to write, 163
No more of your guests, be they titl'd or not, 281