Wi’ braw new branksin micklepride,
And ekea brawnew brechan,
My Pegasus I’m got astride,
And up Parnassus pechin;
Whiles owrea bush wi’ donwward crush,
Then up he gets, and off he sets,
For sake o’ Willie Chalmers.
I doubt na, lass, that weelken’d name
May cost a pair o’blushes;
I am nae stranger to your fame,
Nor his warm urged wishes.
Your bonie face saemild and sweet,
His honest heart enamours,
And faith ye’ll nobe lost a whit,
Tho’ wair’d on Willie Chalmers.
AuldTruth hersel’ might swear yer’e fair,
And Honour safely back her;
And Modesty assume your air,
And ne’er a ane mistakher:
And sic twalove-inspiring een
Might fire even holy palmers;
Naewonder then they’ve fatal been
To honest Willie Chalmers.
I doubt nafortune may you shore
Some mim-mou’dpouther’d priestie,
Fu’lifted up wi’ Hebrew lore,
And band upon his breastie:
Butoh! what signifies to you
His lexicons and grammars;
The feeling heart’s the royal blue,
And that’s wi’ Willie Chalmers.
Some gapin’, glowrin’ countralaird
May warslefor your favour;
May clawhis lug, and straik his beard,
And hoastup some palaver:
My boniemaid, before ye wed
Seek Heaven for help, and barefitskelp
Forgive the Bard! my fond regard
For anethat shares my bosom,
Inspires my Muse to gie’m his dues
For deila hair I roosehim.
May powers aboonunite you soon,
And fructify your amours, –
And every year come in mairdear
To you and Willie Chalmers.