COME, TOOM THE STOUP.

ALLAN CUNNINGHAM.

Come, toom the stoup! let the merry sun shine
On sculptured cups and the rich man's wine;
Come, toom the stoup! from the bearded bere,
And the heart of corn, comes our life-drink dear.
The reap-hook, the sheaf, and the flail for me;
Away with the drink of the slave's vine tree!
The spirit of malt, sae free and sae frank,
Is my minted money
and bonds in the bank.

Come, toom up the stoup! what must be, must;
I'm cauld and canker'd, and dry as dust;
A simmering stoup of this glorious weet
Gives soaring plumes to time's leaden feet :
Let yon stately madam, so mim and so shy,
Arch her white neck proud, and sail prouder by;
The spirit of malt, so frank and so free,

Is daintier than midnight madam to me.

Drink fills us with joy and gladness, and soon
Hangs canker'd care on the horns of the moon;
Is bed and bedding; and love and mirth

Dip their wings in drink ere they mount from the earth.

Come, toom the stoup! it's delightful to see

The world run round, like to whomel on me;

And yon bonnie bright star-by my sooth it's a shiner, Ilka drop that I drink it seems glowing diviner.

Away with your lordships of mosses and mools,

With your women, the plague and the plaything of fools!

Away with

your crowns, and your sceptres, and mitres! Lay the parson's back bare to the rod of the smiters; For wisdom wastes time, and reflection is folly,

Let learning descend to the score and the tally.

Lo! the floor's running round, the roof's swimming in

glory,

And I have but breath for to finish my story.

SONG OF THE ELFIN MILLER.

ALLAN CUNNINGHAM.

Full merrily rings the millstone round,
Full merrily rings the wheel,
Full merrily gushes out the grist;

Come taste my fragrant meal.
As sends the lift its snowy drift,
So the meal comes in a shower;
Work, fairies, fast,-for time flies past;
I borrow'd the mill an hour.

The miller he's a worldly man,

And maun have double fee;

So draw the sluice of the churl's dam,
And let the stream come free.
Shout, fairies, shout! see, gushing out,
The meal comes like a river;

The top of the grain on hill and plain
Is ours, and shall be ever.

One elf goes chasing the wild bat's wing,
And one the white owl's horn,

One hunts the fox for the white o' his tail,
And we winna have him till morn;
One idle fay, with the glow-worm's ray,
Runs glimmering 'mang the mosses,
Another goes tramp wi' the will-o'-wisp's lamp,
To light a lad to the lasses.

O haste, my brown elf, bring me corn
From bonnie Blackwood plains;

Go, gentle fairy, bring me grain
From green Dalgonar mains;
But, pride of a' at Closeburn ha',

Fair is the corn and fatter;
Taste, fairies, taste, a gallanter grist
Has never been wet with water.

Hilloah! my hopper is heaped high;
Hark! to the well-hung wheels,
They sing for joy ;-the dusty roof,
It clatters and it reels.

Haste, elves, and turn yon mountain burn

Bring streams that shine like siller; The dam is down, the moon sinks soon, And I maun grind my meller.

Ha! bravely done, my wanton elves,
That is a foaming stream;

See how the dust from the mill-ee flies,
And chokes the cold moon-beam.-
Haste, fairies! fleet come baptized feet,
Come sack and sweep up clean,

And meet me soon, ere sinks the moon
In thy green vale, Dalveen.

MARMION.

SIR WALTER SCOTT.

Where shall the lover rest,

Whom the fates sever,

From his true maiden's breast

Parted for ever?

Where, through groves deep and high,

Sounds the far billow,

Where early violets die,

Under the willow.

There, through the summer day,
Cool streams are laving,

There, while the tempests sway,

Scarce are boughs waving;

There thy rest shalt thou take,

Parted for ever,

Never again to wake,

Never, O never.

Where shall the traitor rest,

He the deceiver,

Who could win maiden's breast,

Ruin, and leave her?

In the lost battle,

Borne down by the flying,

Where mingles war's rattle

With groans of the dying.

Her wing shall the eagle flap
O'er the false hearted;

His warm blood the wolf shall lap,

Ere life be parted; Shame and dishonour sit

By his grave ever;

Blessing shall hallow it

Never, O never.