Grace After Meat
Lord, we thank, and thee adore, For temporal gifts we little merit; At present we will ask nomore- Let William Hislop give the spirit.
Address Spoken by Miss Fontenelle on her Benefit Night, December 4th, 1793, at the Theatre, Dumfries.
Still anxious to secure your partial favour, And not less anxious, sure, this night, than ever, A Prologue, Epilogue, orsome such matter, 'Twould vamp my bill, said I, if nothing better; So sought a poet, roosted near the skies, Told him I came to feast my curious eyes; Said, nothing like his works was ever
Grace Before And After Meat
O Lord, when hunger pinches sore, Do thou stand us in stead, And send us, from thy bounteous store, A tup orwether head! Amen. O Lord, since we have feasted thus, Which we so little merit, Let Meg now take away the flesh, And Jock bring in the spirit! Amen.
Behold The Hour, The Boat Arrive
Behold the hour, the boat arrive; Thou goest, the darling of my heart; Sever'd from thee, can I survive, ButFate has will'd and we must part. I'll often greetthe surging swell, Yondistant Isle will often hail: "E'en here I took the last farewell; There, latest mark'd her vanish'd sail." Along the solitary shore, While flitting
Blythe Hae I been On Yon Hill
Blythe haeI been on yonhill, As the lambs before me; Careless ilka thought and free, As the breeze flew o'er me; Now naelanger sport and play, Mirth orsang can please me; Lesley is saefair and coy, Care and anguish seize me. Heavy, heavy is the task, Hopeless love declaring; Trembling, I downochtbutglow'r, Sighing, dumb despairing!
Impromptu On General Dumourier’s Desertion From The French Republican Army
You're welcome to Despots, Dumourier; You're welcome to Despots, Dumourier: How does Dampiere do? Ay, and Bournonville too? Why did they not come along with you, Dumourier? I will fight France with you, Dumourier; I will fight France with you, Dumourier; I will fight France with you, I will take my chance with you; Bymy
Kirk and State Excisemen
Ye men of wit and wealth, why all this sneering 'Gainst poor Excisemen? Give the cause a hearing: What are your Landlord's rent-rolls? Taxing ledgers! What Premiers? What ev'n Monarchs? Mighty Gaugers! Nay, what are Priests? (those seeming godly wise-men,) What are they, pray, butSpiritual Excisemen!
Braw Lads O’ Galla Water
Braw, brawlads on Yarrow-braes, They rove amangthe blooming heather; But Yarrow braes, nor Ettrick shaws Can match the lads o' Galla Water. Butthere is ane, a secret ane, Aboonthem a'I loe him better; And I'll be his, and he'll be mine, The bonielad o' Galla Water. Altho' his daddie was nae laird, And tho' I