174 POEMS, There's wealth and ease for gentlemen, For ilka man that's drunk's a lord. My coggie is a haly pool, That heals the wounds o' care and dool; HONEST POVERTY. Is there, for honest poverty, That hangs his head, and a' that; Our toil's obscure, and a' that, What tho' on hamely fare we dine, Their tinsel show and a' that; Ye see yon birkie, ca'd a lord, Wha struts, and stares, and a' that; His riband, star, and a' that, A prince can mak a belted knight, CHIEFLY SCOTTISH. A PECK O' MAUT. O, WILLIE brew'd a peck o' maut, CHORUS. We are na fou, we're na that fou, Here are we met, three merry boys, We are, &c. It is the moon, I ken her horn, Wha first shall rise to gang awa', 173 THE LAWIN. GANE is the day and mirk's the night, CHORUS. Then, guidwife, count the lawin, the lawin, the lawin, Then, guidwife, count the lawin, and bring a coggie mair 172 POEMS, I spier'd for my cousin, fu' couthie and sweet, And how her new shoon fit her auld shackl't feet, He begg'd for Gudesake! I wad be his wife, I think I maun wed him to-morrow, to-morrow, WILLIE'S WIFE. WILLIE WASTLE dwalt on Tweed, Cou'd stown a clue wi' onie bodie: CHORUS. Sic a wife as Willie had, A clapper tongue wad deave a miller: Her nose and chin they threaten ither. She's bough-hough'd, she's hein-shinn'd, Auld baudron by the ingle sits, An wi' her loof her face a washin; She dights her grunzie wi' a hushion; |