WILL YE GO TO THE INDIES, MY |She is not the fairest, altho' she is fair; MARY? O' nice education but sma' is her share ; To beauty what man but maun yield him a prize, In her armour of glances, and blushes, and sighs; And when wit and refinement hae polished her darts, They dazzle our een, as they flie to our hearts. And when wit, &c. But kindness, sweet kindness, in the fond sparkling e'e, Has lustre outshining the diamond to me; And the heart-beating love, as I'm clasp'd in her arms, O, these are my lassie's all-conquering charms! And the heart-beating, &c. YOUNG JOCKEY. Tune-" Jockie was the blythest lad." YOUNG Jockey was the blithest lad In a' our town or here awa; Fu' blithe he whistled at the gaud, Fu' lightly danc'd he in the ha'! He roos'd my e'en sae bonnie blue, He roos'd my waist sae genty sma; An' ay my heart came to my mou, When ne'er a body heard or saw. My Jockey toils upon the plain, Thro' wind and weet, thro' frost and snaw And o'er the lee I leuk fu' fain When Jockey's owsen hameward ca'. An' ay the night comes round again, When in his arms he taks me a'; An' ay he vows he'll be my ain As lang's he has a breath to draw. YOUNG PEGGY YOUNG Peggy blooms our bonniest lass, That gild the passing shower, Her lips more than the cherries bright, Her smile is as the ev'ning mild, Were Fortune lovely Peggy's foe, Such sweetness would relent her, As blooming spring unbends the brow Of surly, savage winter. Detraction's eye no aim can gain Her winning pow'rs to lessen : And fretful envy grins in vain, The poison'd tooth to fasten. Ye pow'rs of Honour, Love, and Truth, And bless the dear parental name This was one of the poet's earliest compositions. It is copied from a MS. book, which he had before his first publication. |