"Stop, passenger! my story's brief, And truth I shall relate, man; I tell naecommon tale o' grief, For Matthew was a great man. If thou uncommon merit hast, Yet spurn'd at Fortune's door, man; A look of pity hither cast, For Matthew was a poor man. If thou a noble sodgerart, That passest bythis grave,
Ken ye aughto' Captain Grose?-Igo, and ago, If he's amanghis friends or foes?-Iram, coram, dago. Is he to Abra'm's bosom gane?-Igo, and ago, Or haudin Sarah by the wame?-Iram, coram dago. Is he south or is he north?-Igo, and ago, Ordrowned in the river Forth?-Iram, coram dago. Is he slain byHielan' bodies?-Igo, and ago, And
Should the poor be flattered?-Shakespeare. O Death! thou tyrant felland bloody! The meikledevil wi' a woodie Haurlthee hameto his black smiddie, O'er hurcheonhides, And like stock-fish come o'er his studdie Wi' thy auld sides! He's gane, he's gane! he's frae us torn, The ae best fellow e'er was born! Thee, Matthew, Nature's sel'shall mourn, By
Gane is the day, and mirk's the night, But we'll ne'er stray for fauto' light; Gudeale and bratdy's stars and moon, And blue-red wine's the risin' sun. Chorus.-Then gudewife, count the lawin, The lawin, the lawin, Then gudewife, count the lawin, And bring a coggie mair. There's wealth and ease for gentlemen, And simple folk
Kind Sir, I've read your paper through, And faith, to me, 'twas really new! How guessed ye, Sir, what maistI wanted? This mony a day I've grain'dand gaunted, To kenwhat French mischief was brewin; Or what the drumlieDutch were doin; That vile doup-skelper, Emperor Joseph, If Venus yet had got his nose off; Or how
Sweet flow'ret, pledge o' meiklelove, And ward o' mony a prayer, What heart o' stanewadthou namove, Saehelpless, sweet, and fair? November hirples o'er the lea, Chil, on thy lovely form: And gane, alas! the shelt'ring tree, Should shield thee frae the storm. May He who gives the rain to pour, And wings the blast to