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That, for themsels, nae coft they'll spare
To mak them braw; Than maun ye tell, wi wit and care,
They're bony a';
They'll a' be there, the kintry 'round
Like ye'r ain lays,
Wi' fowth o' praise.
Lang may ye fing, weel may ye phraze,
Ken weel ye'r name ;
ESKDALE TAM. Laogholm.
HE wind blew hollow frae the hills, By fits the sun's departing beam Look'd on the fading yellow woods
That wav'd o'er Lugar's winding stream: Beneath a craigy steep, a Barc,
Laden with years and meikle pain,
Whom death had all untimely ta’en.
He lean'd him to an ancient aik,
Whose trunk was mould'ring down with years ; His locks were bleached white with time,
His hoary cheek was wet wi' tears ; And as he touch'd his trembling barp,
And as he tuned his doleful sang, The winds, lamenting thro' their caves,
To echo bore the notes alang.
• Ye scatter'd birds that faintly fing
• The reliques of the vernal quire; • Ye woods that shed on a'the winds
- The honours of the aged year, • A few short months, and glad and gay,
Again ye'll charm the ear and e'e; ! But nocht in all-revolving time
6 Can gladness bring again to me.
. I am a bending aged tree,
That long has stood the wind and rain;
bloom ; But I maun lie before the storm, • And ithers plant them in
I've seen sae mony changefu' years,
« On earth I am a stranger grown: # I wander in the
Unheard, unpitied, unreliev'd,
" I bear alane my lade o' care, • For filent, low, on beds of dust,
• Lie a' that would my sorrows share.
And last, (the sum of a' my griefs!)
· His country's pride, his country's stay: . In weary being now I pine,
· For all the life of life is dead, • And hope has left my aged ken,
« On forward wing for ever fled.
« Awake thy last fad voice, my barp;
• The voice of woe and wild despair! - Awake, resound thy latest lay,
· Then sleep in filence evermair! « And thou, my last, best, only friend,
That filleft an untimely tomb, • Accept this tribute from the Bard
• Thou brought from fortune's mirkest gloom.
• In Poverty's low barren vale,
• Thick mists, obscure, involv'd me round; • Though oft I turned the willful eye, « Nae
of fame was to be found : • Thou found'st me, like the morning sun
. That melts the fogs in limpid air, The friendless Bard and rustic song, • Became alike thy foitering care.
O! why hạs worth so short a date !
• While villains ripen grey with time! . Must thou, the noble, generous, great,
« Fall in bold manhood's hardy prime ! Why did I live to fee that day?
6 A day to me so full of woe ! 6 O! had I met the mortal shaft
• Which laid my benefactor low!
• The bridegroom may forget the bride,
6 Was made his wedded wife yeftreen; • The monarch may forget the crown
• That on his head an hour has been ; • The mother may forget the child
“That smiles fae fweetly on her knee ; & But I'll remember thee, Glencairn,
And a' that thou haft done for me!'