C Ο Ν Τ Ε Ν Τ S. Thi Page I 12 mons 44 62 71 99 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 103 Halloween 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 173 136 144 C ο Ν Τ Ε Ν Τ S. T 179 183 200 21 219 Page To Ruin 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 253 : 247 249 ib. 'Twas WAS in that place o' Scotland's isle, The first I'll name, they ca'd him Cafar, B 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, |