Dweller in yondungeon dark, Hangman of creation! mark, Who in widow-weeds appears, Laden with unhonour'd years, Noosing with care a bursting purse, Baited with many a deadly curse? Strophe View the wither'd Beldam's face; Can thy keen inspection trace Aughtof Humanity's sweet, melting grace? Note that eye, 'tis rheum o'erflows; Pity's flood there never rose,
The Devil got notice that Grose was a-dying So whip! at the summons, old Satan came flying; Butwhen he approached where poor Francis lay moaning, And saweach bed-post with its burthen a-groaning, Astonish'd, confounded, cries Satan-"By God, I'll want him, ereI take such a damnable load!"
On a bank of flowers, in a summer day, For summer lightlydrest, The youthful, blooming Nelly lay, With love and sleep opprest; When Willie, wand'ring thro' the wood, Who for her favour oft had sued; He gaz'd, he wish'd He fear'd, he blush'd, And trembled where he stood. Her closed eyes, like weapons sheath'd, Were
Auld comrade dear, and brithersinner, How's a' the folk about Glenconner? How do you this blaeeastlinwind, That's like to blawa bodyblind? For me, my faculties are frozen, My dearest member nearly dozen'd. I've sent you here, by Johnie Simson, Twasage philosophers to glimpse on; Smith, wi' his sympathetic feeling, An' Reid, to common sense appealing.
Searching auldwives' barrels, Ochon the day! That clartybarmshould stain my laurels: But-what'll ye say? These movin' things ca'd wives an'weans, Wadmove the very hearts o'stanes!
My Harry was a gallant gay, Fu'stately strade he on the plain; Butnow he's banish'd far away, I'll never see him back again. Chorus.-O for him back again! O for him back again! I wadgiea' Knockhaspie's land For Highland Harry back again. When a'the lavegaeto their bed, I wander dowieup the glen; I setme down
I gaeda waefu' gateyestreen, A gate, I fear, I'll dearly rue; I gatmy death frae twa sweet een, Twa lovely een o'bonie blue. 'Twas not her golden ringlets bright, Her lips like roses watwi'dew, Her heaving bosom, lily-white- It was her een sae bonie blue. She talk'd, she smil'd, my heart she wyl'd; She charm'd