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A' YE wha live by sowps o' drink,A' ye wha live by crambo-clink,A' ye wha live and never think,Come, mourn wi' me!Our billie 's gien us a' a jink,An'..

O LORD, when hunger pinches sore,Do thou stand us in stead,And send us, from thy bounteous store,A tup or wether head! Amen.————O Lord, since we have..

WHY am I loth to leave this earthly scene?Have I so found it full of pleasing charms?Some drops of joy with draughts of ill between—Some gleams of..

STILL anxious to secure your partial favour,And not less anxious, sure, this night, than ever,A Prologue, Epilogue, or some such matter,'Twould vamp..

WHOM will you send to London town,To Parliament and a' that?Or wha in a' the country roundThe best deserves to fa' that?For a' that, and a'..

LAMENT him, Mauchline husbands a',He aften did assist ye;For had ye staid hale weeks awa,Your wives they ne'er had miss'd ye.Ye Mauchline bairns, as..

Chorus—O gude ale comes and gude ale goes;Gude ale gars me sell my hose,Sell my hose, and pawn my shoon—Gude ale keeps my heart aboon!I HAD sax owsen..

BY Allan stream I chanc'd to rove,While Phoebus sank beyond Benledi;The winds are whispering thro' the grove,The yellow corn was waving ready:I..

FRAE the friends and land I love,Driv'n by Fortune's felly spite;Frae my best belov'd I rove,Never mair to taste delight:Never mair maun hope to..

THERE was a wife wonn'd in Cockpen,Scroggam;She brew'd gude ale for gentlemen;Sing auld Cowl lay ye down by me,Scroggam, my dearie, ruffum.The..

SIR,Yours this moment I unseal,And faith I'm gay and hearty!To tell the truth and shame the deil,I am as fou as Bartie:But Foorsday, sir, my promise..

HERE lies Boghead amang the deadIn hopes to get salvation;But if such as he in Heav'n may be,Then welcome, hail! damnation.

FORLORN, my Love, no comfort near,Far, far from thee, I wander here;Far, far from thee, the fate severe,At which I most repine, Love.Chorus.—O wert..

O THOU whom Poetry abhors,Whom Prose has turnèd out of doors,Heard'st thou yon groan?—proceed no further,'Twas laurel'd Martial calling murther.

Chorus.—MY lady's gown, there's gairs upon't,And gowden flowers sae rare upon't;But Jenny's jimps and jirkinet,My lord thinks meikle mair upon't.My..

LORD ADVOCATEHE clenched his pamphlet in his fist,He quoted and he hinted,Till, in a declamation-mist,His argument he tint it:He gapèd for't, he..

SOME books are lies frae end to end,And some great lies were never penn'd:Ev'n ministers they hae been kenn'd,In holy rapture,A rousing whid at times..

FINTRY, my stay in wordly strife,Friend o' my muse, friend o' my life,Are ye as idle's I am?Come then, wi' uncouth kintra fleg,O'er Pegasus I'll..

HAIL, Poesie! thou Nymph reserv'd!In chase o' thee, what crowds hae swerv'dFrae common sense, or sunk enerv'd'Mang heaps o' clavers:And och! o'er aft..

IN se'enteen hunder'n forty-nine,The deil gat stuff to mak a swine,An' coost it in a corner;But wilily he chang'd his plan,An' shap'd it something..

FLOW gently, sweet Afton! amang thy green braes,Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise;My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream,Flow..

ADIEU! a heart-warm fond adieu;Dear brothers of the mystic tie!Ye favourèd, enlighten'd few,Companions of my social joy;Tho' I to foreign lands must..

O MIRK, mirk is this midnight hour,And loud the tempest's roar;A waefu' wanderer seeks thy tower,Lord Gregory, ope thy door.An exile frae her..

IN Mauchline there dwells six proper young belles,The pride of the place and its neighbourhood a';Their carriage and dress, a stranger would guess,In..

INSTEAD of a Song, boy's, I'll give you a Toast;Here's to the memory of those on the twelfth that we lost!—That we lost, did I say?—nay, by Heav'n..