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248. JOHN ANDERSON. John Anderson my jo, John,
When we were first acquent, Your locks were like the raven,
Your bonnie brow was brent; But now your brow is beld, Joha,
Your locks are like the snaw; But blessings on your frosty pow,
John Anderson my jo.
John Anderson my jo, John,
We clamb the hill thegither; And mony a canty day, John,
We've had wi' ane anither. But we maun totter down, John,
But hand in hand we'll go: And sleep thegither at the foot,
John Anderson my jo.
249. BANNOCKBURN. Robert Bruce's Address to his Army. Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled; Scots, wham Bruce has aften led; Welcome to your gory bed,
Or to glorious victorie! Now's the day and now's the hours See the front o' battle lour; See approach proud Edward's power
Edward! chains and slaverie!
Wha will be a traitor knave?
Traitor! coward! turn and dee!
Wha for Scotland's king and law Freedom's sword will strongly draws Freeman stand or freeman fa',
Caledonian! on wi' me!
By oppression's woes and pains!
But they shall be shall be free!
Lay the proud usurpers low!
Forward! let us do or die!
250. THE BANKS O' Doon.
How can ye bloom sae fair!
And I sae fu' o' care!
Thou'll break my heart, thou bonnie bird,
That sings upon the bough;
Thou'lt break my heart, thou bonnie bird,
That sings beside thy mate;
And wistna' o' my fate.
Aft hae I roved by bonnie Doon,
To see the woodbine twine,
And sae did I o' mine.
Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose,
Frae aff its thorny tree;
But left the thorn wi' me.
261. THE COTTER'S SATURDAY NIGHT November chill blaws loud wi' angry sugh;
The shortening winter-day is near a close; The miry beasts retreating frae' the pleugh;
The blackening trains o’craws to their repose; The toil-worn cotter frae his labor goes,
This night his weekly moil? is at an end, Collects his spades, his mattocks, and his hoes,
Hoping the morn in ease and rest to spend, And weary, o'er the moor, his course does hameward bend
At length his lonely cot appears in view,
Tb' expectant wee things, toddlin, stacher through
To meet their dad, wi' flicterin 6 noise an' glee.
His clean hearth-stane, his thriftie wifie's smile,
Does a'' his weary carking 10 cares beguile,
Belyve " the elder bairns come drappin in,
At service out, amang the farmers roun';
A cannie 14 errand to a neebor town:
In youthfu' bloom, love sparkling in her e'e,
Or deposit her sair-won 16 penny-fee, 17
An' each for other's weelfare kindly spiers; 18
Each tells the uncos 19 that he sees or hears;
Anticipation forward points the view :
Gars 20 auld claes look amaist as weel's the itew;
Their master's and their mistress's command,
The younkers a' are warnéd to obey;
An' ne'er, though out o' sight, to jauk or play:
An' mind your duty, duly, morn an' night!
Implore His counsel and assisting might:
Jenny, wha kens the meaning o' the same,
To do some errands, and convoy her hame.
Sparkle in. Jenny's e'e, and flush her cheek;
While Jenny hafsins 22 is afraid to speak;
Little. 4 Tottering in their walk. 6 Stagger. 6 Fluttering. 7 Fire & Shining at intervals. All rahasuming. 11 By and by. ( 18 Drive. 13 Cautious. 14 Kindly, dexterous. 16 Fine, bandaoma
• Sorely won 17 Wages. 18 Anko. 19 New 80 Make Diligent • Perths.
Wi' kindly welcome Jenny brings him ben ; *
A strappan 24 youth, he taks the mother's eye; Blythe Jenny sees the visit's no ill-ta'en;
The father cracks 25 of horses, pleughs, and kye.* The youngster's artless heart o'erflows wi' joy,
But blate 27 an' laithfu’, 28 scarce can weel behave: The mother, wi' a woman's wiles, can spy
What maks the youth sae bashfu' an' sae grave, Weel pleased to think her bairn's respected like the lave..*
O, happy love! wliere love like this is found!
O heartfelt raptures! bliss beyond compare! I've pacéd much this weary, mortal round,
And sage experience bids me this declare, “If Heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare,
One cordial in this melancholy vale, 'Tis when a youthful, loving, modest pair
In other's arms breathe out the tender tale, Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale."
Is there, in human form, that bears a heart,
A wretch, a villain, lost to love and truth, That can, with studied, sly, insnaring art,
Betray sweet Jenny's unsuspecting youth? Curse on his perjured arts ! dissembling smooth!
Are honor, virtue, conscience, all exiled? Is there no pity, no relenting ruth,30
Points to the parents fondling o'er their child? Then paints the ruined maid, and their distraction wild?
But now the supper crowns their simple board!
The healsome parritch,31 chief o' Scotia's food : The soupe 32 their only hawkie 33 does afford,
That’yont 34 the hallan 35 snigly chows her cood: The dame brings forth, in complimental mood,
To grace the lad, her weel-hained 36 kebbuck, 34 fell, * Ar' aft he's pressed, an' aft he ca's it good;
The frugal wifie, garrulous, will tell, How 'twas a towmond 39 auld, 40 sin“ lint was i' the bell.
The cheerfu' supper done, wi' serious face,
They round the ingle form a circle wide; The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace,
The big Ha’-Bible, 43 ance his father's pride;
* Into the parlor. 24 Tall and handsome. 25 Converses. 28 K.ne, cuws. 9' Bashful
28 Reluctant. 29 The rest, the others. 30 Mercy, kind feeling. 81 Oatmeal pudding. 19 Sauce, milk. 83 A pet name for a cow. 84 Beyond. 85 A partition wall in a cottare * Carefully preserved. 37 A cheese. 88 Biting to the taste, 29 Twelve months. Old
a Since. 4 Flax ww in blossom. 48 The great Bible kept in the hall
His bonnet reverently is laid aside,
His lyart 44 haffets 45 wearin' thin an' bare;
He wales 48 a portion with judicious care;
They chant their artless notes in simple guise;
They tune their hearts, by far the noblest aim; Perhaps Dundee's 47 wild warbling measures rise,
Or plaintive Martyrs, 47 worthy of the name; Or noble Elgin 47 beets the heavenward flame,
The sweetest far of Scotia's holy lays : Compared with these, Italian trills are tame;
The tickled ears no heartfelt raptures raise; Nae unison hae they with our Creator's praise.
The priest-like father reads the sacred page,
How Abram was the friend of God on high;
With Amalek's ungracious progeny;
Beneath the stroke of Heaven's avenging ire;
Or, rapt Isaiah's wild seraphic fire;
Perhaps the Christian volume is the theme,
How guiltless blood for guilty man was shed; How He, who bore in heaven the second name,
Had not on earth whereon to lay his head: How His first followers and servants sped,
The precepts sage they wrote to many a land : How he 49 who lone in Patmos 50 banished,
Saw in the sun a mighty angel stand, [command. And heard great Babylon's doom pronounced by Heaven's
Then kneeling down to Heaven's Eternal King,
The saint, the father, and the husband prays;
That thus they all shall meet in future daye ;
No more to sigh, or shed the bitter tear,
In such society, yet still more dear,
Gny& The temples, the sides of the head. 48 Chooses. 17 The names of Scottish poulma-tuna 48 David.
49 Saint Jonn. ban leland in the Archipelago, where John is supposed to have written the book of Revelation