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HE Twa Dogs, A Tale
19 The Holy Fair
26 Death and Doctor Hornbook
36 The Brigs of Ayr The Ordination
54 The Calf
60 Address to the Deil The Death and Dying Words of Poor Mailie 68 Poor Mailie's Elegy To J. S****
73 A Dream
81 The Vision
88 Address to the Unco Guid, or the Rigidly Righ
teous Tam Sainson's Elegy
109 The Auld Farmer's New-Year Morning's Salutation to his Auld Mare Maggie
I 22 The Cotter's Saturday Night
127 To a Mouse A Winter Night
139 Epistle to Davie, a Brother Poet The Lament
150 Despondency. An Ode
154 Man was made to Mourn. An Elegy
157 Winter. A Dirge
161 A Prayer, in the Prospect of Death
163 Stanzas on the fame occasion
165 Verses left at a Friend's House
167 The First Plalm
169 A Prayer
170 The First Six Verses of the Ninetieth pfalm 171 To a Mountain Daily
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176 To Miss L. -, with Beattie's Poems for a Newyear's Gift
178 L'pifle to a young Friend On a Scoich Baru gone to the West Indies To a Haggis
186 A Dedication to G**** H*******, Esq. 188 To a Louse, on feeing one on a Lady's Bonnet at Church
19+ Address to Edinburgh
197 Fpifle to J. L*****, an old Scotch Bard To the fame
206 Epifle to W. S*****, Ochiltree Epiltle io J. R******, inclofing some Poems John Barleycorn. A Ballad
223 A Fragment. ! When Guildford good our Pilot flood,'
227 Song. It was upon a Lammas Night,' 231 Song, Now wettlin winds and Naught’ring guns,'233 Song, ‘Behinu yon hills where Stinchar flows, 235 Green grow thc Ralhes. A Fragment 237 Song, Again rejoicing Nature lees,'
239 Song, “The gloomy night is gath'ring fast,' 242 Song.'I'rom thee, Eliza, I must go,
244 The Farewell. To the Brethren of St. James's Lolge, Tarbolton
245 Song, No churchman ain I for to rail and to
write,' Epitaph on a celebrated Ruling Elder on a noisy Polemic
ib. on Wee Jobnie for the Author's Father
250 for R. A. Esq.
ib. for G. H. Elq.
ib. A Bard's Epitaph
258 The Gloffary
WAS in that place o' Scotland's isle,
The first I'll name, they ca'd him Cafar,
His hair, his fize, his mouth, his lugs,
His locked, lettered, braw brass collar
The tither was a ploughman's collie, A rhyming, ranting, raving billie, Wha for his friend and comrade had him, And in his freaks had Luath ca’d him, After fome dog in Highland fang*, Was made lang syne, Lord knows how lang,
He was a gash an? faithfu' tyke,
* Cuculiaa's deg in Ofian's Fingal.
His gaucie tail, wi' upward curl,
Nae doubt but they were faio o'ither, An' unco pack an' thick thegither ; Wi' social nose whyles snuff’d and snowkit; Whyles mice and moudieworts they howkit; Whyles fcour’dawa in lang excursion, An' worry'd ither in diversion; Till tir'd at last wi' mony a farce, They sat them down upon their a—, An' there began a lang digression About the Lords o' the creation.
CESAR. I've often wonder'd, honest Luath, What sort o'life poor dogs like you have, An’ when the gentry's life I saw, What
way poor bodies liv'd ava.
Our Laird gets in his racked rents, His coals, his kain, an'a' his stents : He rifes when he likes himsel; His Aunkies answer at the bell ; He ca's his coach; he ca's his horse; He draws a bonie filken purse As lang's my tail, whare, thro’ the steeks, The yellow lettered Geordie keeks,