With Pegasus upon a day, Apollo, weary flying, Throughfrosty hills the journey lay, On foot the way was plying. Poor slipshod giddy Pegasus Was buta sorry walker; To Vulcan then Apollo goes, To geta frosty caulker. Obliging Vulcan fellto work, Threw byhis coat and bonnet, And did Sol's business in a crack; Sol paid him

Factor John! Factor John, whom the Lord made alone, And ne'er made anither, thy peer, Thy poor servant, the Bard, in respectful regard, He presents thee this token sincere, Factor John! He presents thee this token sincere. Afton's Laird! Afton's Laird, when your pen can be spared, A copy of this I bequeath, On the

No song nor dance I bring from yongreat city, That queens it o'er our taste-the more's the pity: Tho' by the bye, abroad why will you roam? Good sense and taste are natives here at home: But not for panegyric I appear, I come to wish you all a good New Year! Old Father Time

There's a youth in this city, it were a great pity That he from our lassies should wander awa'; For he's bonieand braw, weel-favor'd witha', An' his hair has a natural bucklean' a'. His coat is the hue o' his bonnet saeblue, His fecketis white as the new-driven snaw; His hose they are blae, and

Chorus.-Robin shure in hairst, I shurewi'him. Fient aheukhad I, Yet I stack byhim. I gaedup to Dunse, To warp a wabo'plaiden, At his daddie's yett, Whamet me but Robin: Robin shure, &c. Was naRobin bauld, Tho' I was a cotter, Play'd me sica trick, An'me the El'er's dochter! Robin shure, &c. Robin promis'd me A'my

My Sandy gied to me a ring, Was a'beset wi'diamonds fine; ButI gied him a far better thing, I gied my heart in pledge o' his ring. Chorus.-My Sandy O, my Sandy O, My bonie, bonieSandy O; Tho' the love that I owe To thee I dare nashow, Yet I love my love in secret,