If thou hast wit, and fun, and fire, If onie whiggish, whingin sot, To blame poor Matthew dare, man; ON A SCOTCH BARD, GONE TO THE WEST INDIES. A'YE wha live by soups o' drink, Lament him, a' ye rantin' core, For now he's taen anither shore, An' owre the sea. The bonie lasses weel may wiss him, The widows, wives, an' a' may bless him, For weel I wat they'll sairly miss him O Fortune! they hae room to grumble! But he was gleg as onie wumble, Auld, cantie Kyle may weepers wear, He was her laureate monie a year, He saw misfortune's cauld nor-west So, took a birth afore the mast, To tremble under Fortune's cummock, So, row't his hurdies in a hammock, He ne'er was gien to great misguiding, Yet coin his pouches wan na bide in; Wi' him it ne'er was under hiding The Muse was a' that he took pride in, Jamaica bodies, use him weel, He wad na wrang'd the vera Deil, Fareweel, my rhyme-composing billie! I'll toast ye in my hindmost gillie, ON PASTORAL POETRY. HAIL, Poesie! thou nymph reserv'd! In chase o' thee, what crowds hae swerv'd Frae common sense, or sunk enerv'd 'Mang heaps o' clavers; And och! o'er aft thy joes hae starv'd, 'Mid a' thy favors! Say, Lassie, why thy train amang, And sock or buskin skelp alang Scarce ane has tried the shepherd-sang In Homer's craft Jock Milton thrives, In thy sweet sang, Barbauld, survives But thee, Theocritus! wha matches? I pass by hunders, nameless wretches, In this braw age o' wit and lear, And rural grace; And wi' the far-fam'd Grecian, share Yes! there is ane, a Scottish callan! The teeth o' Time may gnaw Tamtallan, Thou paints auld Nature to the nines, Nae gowden stream thro' myrtles twines, While nightly breezes sweep the vines, In gowany glens thy Ernie strays, Where blackbirds join the shepherd's lays, Thy rural loves are Nature's sel'; That charm that can the strongest quell, PROLOGUE, SPOKEN AT THE THEATRE, ELLISLAND, ON NEW-YEAR DAY EVENING. No song nor dance I bring from yon great city That queens it o'er our taste the more's the pity! Tho', by the by, 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! |