For a' that, an' a' that, Their tinsel show, an' a' that; The honest man, though e'er sae poor, Ye see yon birkie, ca'd a lord, Wha struts, and stares, an' a' that; His ribband, star, an' a' that, A prince can mak a belted knight, But an honest man's aboon his might, For a' that, an' a' that, Their dignities, an' a' that, The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Then let us pray that come it may, (As come it will for a' that,) That Sense and Worth, o'er a' the earth, Should bear the gree, an' a' that For a' that and a' that, It's comin yet for a' that, That man to man, the warld o'er, THE DUMFRIES VOLUNTEERS. D TUNE-"Push about the jorum." April, 1795. OES haughty Gaul invasion threat? Ere we permit a foreign foe Fall de rall, etc. O let us not like snarling tykes And wi' a rung decide it. 1 Corsincon, a high hill at the source of the river Nith. 2 Criffel, a mountain at the mouth of the same river. Be Britain still to Britain true, For never but by British hands Fall de rall, etc. The kettle o' the kirk and state, Our fathers' bluid the kettle bought, Fall de rall, etc. The wretch that wad a tyrant own, Who will not sing "God save the King," But while we sing, "God save the King,” We'll ne'er forget the people. MARY MORISON. TUNE-" Bide ye yet. MARY, at thy window be, It is the wish'd, the trysted hour! Those smiles and glances let me see, That make the miser's treasure poor : How blythely wad I bide the stoure, A weary slave frae sun to sun; Could I the rich reward secure, The lovely Mary Morison. Yestreen, when to the trembling string I sat, but neither heard nor saw : O Mary, canst thou wreck his peace, If love for love thou wilt na gie, At least be pity to me shown; A thought ungentle canna be The thought o' Mary Morison. O SAW YE BONIE LESLEY. TUNE-"The Collier's bonie Lassie." SAW ye bonie Lesley, As she gaed o'er the border? She's gane, like Alexander, To spread her conquests farther. To see her, is to love her, And love but her for ever; For Nature made her what she is, Thou art a queen, fair Lesley, The hearts of men adore thee. |