ANSWER TO VĒRSES. Hear it not, Wallace, in thy bed of death! 13 One quench'd in darkness, like the sinking star, ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF ROBERT RUIS SEAUX.' Now Robin lies in his last lair, He'll gabble rhyme, nor sing nae mair, Nae mair shall fear him: Nor anxious fear, nor cankert care E'er mair come near him. To tell the truth, they seldom fasht him, Then wi' a rhyme, or sang, he lasht 'em, Tho' he was bred to kintra wark, And counted was baith wight and stark," To mak a man; But tell him, he was learn'd and clark, Ye roos'd him than. ANSWER TO VERSES ADDRESSED TO THE POET BY THE GUIDWIFE OF WAUCHOPE-HOUSE.' GUIDWIFE, I MIND it weel, in early date, When I was beardless, young, and blate, -In Ruisseaux, Burns plays on his own name. 2 Stout and enduring. Mrs. Scott, who had some skill in rhyming and painting. ¿ Tired. An' first could thrash the barn, And wi' the lave ilk merry morn Ev'n then a wish (I mind its power), The rough bur-thistle, spreading wide I turn'd the weeding-hook aside, But still the elements o' sang At ev'ry kindling keek," Health to the sex! ilk guid chiel says, The other row of shocks. • Nonsense. • Barley. March, 1787. TO 7. LAPRAIK. An' we to share in common: Ye surly sumphs, who hate the name, She, honest woman, may think shame Ye're wae men, ye're nae men, For you, no bred to barn and byre', Fareweel then, lank heal then, 199 TO J. LAPRAIK. Sept. 18th, 1785, GUID speed an' furder to you, Johnny, The staff, o' bread, May ye ne'er want a stoup o' bran’y To clear your head. May Boreas never thresh your rigs, Like drivin' wrack; But may the tapmast grain that wags Come to the sack. 1 Stable, or sheep-pen. • Mantle I'm bizzie too, an' skelpin' at it, Wi' muckle wark, An' took my jocteleg' an' what it, Like ony clark. It's now twa month that I'm your debtor, On holy men, While Deil a hair yoursel ye're better, But let the kirk-folk ring their bells, To help, or roose us, But browster wives' an' whiskie stills, Your friendship, Sir, I winna quat it, Then han' in nieve some day we'll knot it, An' when wi' Usquebae we've wat it But if the beast and branks be spar'd An' theekit right, I mean your ingle-side to guard Ae winter night. Then muse-inspirin' aqua-vitæ Shall make us baith sae blithe an' witty, An' be as canty As ye were nine years less than thretty, But stooks are cowpet' wi' the blast, • Clasp-knife. 2 Alehouse wives. 4 Sun peeps, • Tumbled over ENCLOSING A COPY OF HOLY WILLIE'S PRAYER, WHICH HE HAD REQUESTED. 201 Sept. 17, 1785. WHILE at the stook the shearers cow'r To shun the bitter blaudin' show'r, Or in gulravage rinnin scour," To pass the time, In idle rhyme. Το you I dedicate the hour My music, tir'd wi' monie a sonnet On gown, an' ban', an' douse black bonnet, Lest they shou'd blame her, An' rouse their holy thunder on it, And anathem her. I own 'twas rash, and rather hardy, Wha, if they ken me, Can easy, wi' a single wordie, Loose hell upon me. But I gae mad at their grimaces, Their sighin', cantin', grace-proud faces, Their three-mile prayers, and hauf-mile graces, Their raxin" conscience, Whase greed, revenge, an' pride disgraces 6 Waur nor their nonsense. There's Gawn, miska't waur than a beast, It is very probable that the Poet thus named himself after the Border Piper, so spiritedly introduced in the popular song of "Maggie Lauder."-Cromek. 2 Driving, Running in confusion, like boys leaving school. 4 Frighted. • Stretching. |