In Mauchline there dwells six proper young belles, The pride of the place and its neighbourhood a'; Their carriage and dress, a stranger would guess, In Lon'onorParis, they'd gottenit a'. Miss Miller is fine, Miss Markland's divine, Miss Smith she has wit, and Miss Betty is braw: There's beauty and fortune to getwi'Miss Morton, ButArmour's [...]
When first I came to Stewart Kyle, My mindit was nasteady; Where'er I gaed, where'er I rade, A mistress still I had aye. Butwhen I came roun'by Mauchline toun, Not dreadin anybody, My heart was caught, before I thought, And bya Mauchline lady.
O a' ye pious godly flocks, Weel fed on pastures orthodox, Wha now will keep you frae the fox, Or worrying tykes? Or wha will tent the waifs an' crocks, About the dykes? The twa best herds in a' the wast, The e'erga'e gospel horna blast These five an' twenty simmers past- Oh, doolto tell! [...]
An honest man here lies at rest As e'erGod with his image blest; The friend of man, the friend of truth, The friend of age, and guide of youth: Few hearts like his, with virtue warm'd, Few heads with knowledge so informed: If there's another world, he lives in bliss; If there is none, he [...]
As Tam the chapmanon a day, Wi'Death forgather'd bythe way, Weelpleas'd, he greets a wightso famous, And Death was naeless pleas'd wi'Thomas, Whacheerfully lays down his pack, And there blaws up a hearty crack: His social, friendly, honest heart Saetickled Death, they could napart; Sae, after viewing knives and garters, Death taks him hameto giehim [...]
Of all the numerous ills that hurt our peace, That press the soul, or wring the mind with anguish Beyond comparison the worst are those Byour own folly, or our guilt brought on: In ev'ry other circumstance, the mind Has this to say, "It was nodeed of mine:" But, when to all the evil of [...]
I am a keeper of the law In some sma'points, altho' not a'; Some people tell me ginI fa', Ae way or ither, The breaking of aepoint, tho' sma', Breaks a'thegither. I haebeen in for't anceortwice, And winnasay o'er far for thrice; Yet never met wi'that surprise That broke my rest; Butnow a rumour's like [...]
O Death, had'st thou butspar'd his life, Whom we this day lament, We freely wadexchanged the wife, And a'been weelcontent. Ev'n as he is, cauldin his graff, The swapwe yet will do't; Takthou the carlin's carcase aff, Thou'segetthe saulo'boot.
O Rough, rude, ready-witted Rankine, The waleo' cocksfor fun an' drinkin! There's mony godly folks are thinkin, Your dreams and tricks Will send you, Korah-like, a-sinkin Straughtto auldNick's. Ye hae sawmony cracks an' cants, And in your wicked, drucken rants, Ye maka devil o' the saunts, An' fill them fou; And then their failings, flaws, [...]
Ae day, as Death, that gruesome carl, Was driving to the titherwarl' A mixtie-maxtiemotley squad, And mony a guilt-bespotted lad- Black gowns of each denomination, And thieves of every rank and station, From him that wears the star and garter, To him that wintles in a halter: Ashamed himself to see the wretches, He mutters, [...]