Some o' you nicely ken the laws, To mak harangues ; Then echo thro' Saint Stephen's wa's Auld Scotland's wrangs. 2 Dempster a true blue Scot I'se warran; The Laird o' Graham ;3 An' ane, a chap that's d-mn'd auldfarran,+ Erskine, a spunkie Norland billie ; 5 An' mony ithers, Whom auld Demosthenes or Tully 8 Might own for brithers. See, sodger Hugh, my watchman stented, If poets e'er are represented; I ken if that your sword were wanted, Ye'd lend a hand; But when there's ought to say anent it, * ready-tongued. Ye're at a stand. † sagacious. 'George Dempster of Dunnichen, M.P. Sir Adam Ferguson, M.P. Marquis of Graham, afterwards Duke of Montrose. * Right Hon. Henry Dundas, M.P. Thomas, afterwards Lord Erskine. • Lord Frederick Campbell, M.P., brother of the Duke of Argyle, and Ilay Campbell, Lord Advocate, afterwards Lord President. 'Sir Wm. Augustus Cunningham, Baronet, of Livingstone, for some time sat as M.P. for the county of Linlithgow, where he had his estate, which he was afterwards compelled to sell in consequence of incurring election. eering debts. • Col. Hugh Montgomerie, afterwards Earl of Eglintoun. Arouse, my boys! exert your mettle, She'll teach you, wi' a reekin whittle, ‡ This while she's been in crankous mood, Play'd her that pliskie !) § An' now she's like to rin red wud || About her whisky. An' L-d! if ance they pit her till❜t, She'll tak the streets, An' rin her whittle to the hilt, I' the first she meets ! For G-d-sake, sirs! then speak her fair, An' to the muckle house repair, Wi' instant speed, An' strive, wi' a' your wit an' lear, To get remead. Yon ill-tongu'd tinkler, Charlie Fox May taunt you wi' his jeers and mocks ; 1 The Scots Militia Bill was burdened with conditions which liberal Members would not accept, and it was opposed and lost. An' send him to his dicing box An' sportin lady. Tell yon guid bluid o' auld Boconnock's, 1 An' drink his health in auld Nanse Tinnock's 3 If he some scheme, like tea an' winnocks, 4 Wad kindly seek. Could he some commutation broach, Yon mixtie-maxtie, queer hotch-potch, Auld Scotland has a raucle* tongue; She's just a devil wi' a rung ; Tho' by the neck she should be strung, She'll no desert. And now, ye chosen Five-and-Forty, An' kick your placc, Ye'll snap your fingers, poor an' hearty, * rough and reckless. Before his face. 1 Pitt was a grandson of Robert Pitt of Boconnock in Cornwall. 2 Bannocks or scones made of a mash of various kinds of grain. 3 A worthy old hostess of the Author's in Mauchline, where he sometimes studies politics over a glass of gude auld "Scotch Drink."—R. B. * Some duty was taken off tea, and the loss made up by a window-tax. God bless your Honors, a' your days, That haunt St Jamie's ! Your humble poet sings an' prays, While Rab his name is. POSTSCRIPT. LET half-starv'd slaves in warmer skies But, blythe and frisky, She eyes her freeborn, martial boys Tak aff their whisky. What tho' their Phoebus kinder warms, While fragrance blooms and beauty charms, When wretches range, in famish'd swarms, The scented groves; Or, hounded forth, dishonor arms In hungry droves! Their gun's a burden on their shouther; Till skelp-a shot-they're aff, a' throw'ther, To save their skin. But bring a Scotchman frae his hill, An' there's the foe! He has nae thought but how to kill Nae cauld, faint-hearted doubtings tease him ; An' when he fa's, His latest draught o' breathin lea❜es him In faint huzzas. Sages their solemn een may steek,* An' physically causes seek, In clime an' season : But tell me whisky's name in Greek, Scotland, my auld, respected mither! Ye tinet your dam; Freedom an' whisky gang thegither! "For sense, they little owe to frugal Heav'n- KILMARNOCK wabsters, fidge§ an claw, Of a' denominations; Swith !tt to the Laigh Kirk, ane an' |