O LEAVE NOVELS. 377 TO MARY. COULD aught of song declare my pains, They who but feign a wounded heart Then let the sudden bursting sigh For well I know thy gentle mind O LEAVE NOVELS. O LEAVE novels, ye Mauchline belles, Your fine Tom Jones and Grandisons, They make your youthful fancies reel, Beware a tongue that's smoothly hung; The frank address, the soft caress, The frank address, and politesse, Are all finesse in Rob Mossgiel. ADDRESS TO GENERAL DUMOURIER. A PARODY ON ROBIN ADAIR.1 YOU'RE Welcome to despots, Dumourier; Aye, and Bournonville too? Why did they not come along with you, Dumourier! I will fight France with you, Dumourier; I will take my chance with you; By my soul I'll dance a dance with you, Dumourier. Then let us fight about, Dumourier; Till freedom's spark is out, SWEETEST MAY. SWEETEST May, let love inspire thee; ONE NIGHT AS I DID WANDER. TUNE-"JOHN ANI ERSON, MY JO." ONE night as I did wander, "Robin Adair" begins, "You're welcome to Paxton, Robin Adair." THE WINTER IT IS PAST, ETC. Auld Ayre ran by before me, And bicker'd to the seas; That echoed thro' the braes. 379 THE WINTER IT IS PAST.' A FRAGMENT. THE winter it is past, and the simmer's come at last, Now everything is glad, while I am very sad, The rose upon the brier, by the waters running clear, Their little loves are blest, and their little hearts at rest, But my true love is parted from me. FRAGMENT. HER flowing locks, the raven's wing, Her lips are roses wet wi' dew! THE CHEVALIER'S LAMENT.' TUNE-"CAPTAIN O'KEAN." THE small birds rejoice in the green leaves returning, The murmuring streamlet winds clear thro' the vale; The hawthorn trees blow in the dews of the morning, And wild scatter'd cowslips bedeck the green dale: 1 Gilbert Burns denied his brother's authorship of this fragment, which, in early boyhood, he had heard their mother sing. 2 These admirable stanzas are supposed to be spoken by the young Prince Charles Edward, when wandering in the Highlands of Scot land, after his fatal defeat at Culloden.-Thomson. But what can give pleasure, or what can seem fair, The deed that I dar'd could it merit their malice, But 'tis not my sufferings thus wretched, forlorn; IN Mauchline there dwells six proper young Belles, Miss Miller is fine, Miss Markland's divine, Miss Smith she has wit, and Miss Betty is braw: There's beauty and fortune to get wi' Miss Morton, But Armour's the jewel for me o' them a'. HERE'S A HEALTH TO THEM THAT'S AWA. HERE'S a health to them that's awa, Here's a health to them that's awa; And wha winna wish guid luck to our cause, May never guid luck be their fa'! Its guid to be merry and wise, It guid to be honest and true, It's guid to support Caledonia's cause, And bide by the buff and the blue. Here's a health to them that's awa, Here's a health to them that's awa; Here's a health to Charlie' the chief o' the clan, 1 Charles Fox. DAMON AND SYLVIA, ETC. May prudence protect her frae evil! Here's a health to them that's awa, Here's a health to them that's awa; Here's a health to Tammie,' the Norland laddie, That lives at the lug o' the law! Here's freedom to him that wad read, 381 Here's freedom to him that wad write! There's nane ever fear'd that the truth should be But they wham the truth wad indite. [heard Here's Chieftain M'Leod, a chieftain worth gowd, DAMON AND SYLVIA. TUNE-" THE TITHER MORN, AS I FORLORN." There Damon lay, with Sylvia gay: MY LADY'S GOWN THERE'S GAIRS UPON'T CHORUS. My lady's gown there's gairs upon't, My lord a-hunting he is gane, But hounds or hawks wi' him are nane, If Colin's Jenny be at hame. My lady's gown, &c. Thomas Erskine. 2 M'Leod, chief of that cla |