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A bard was felected to witness the fiay,
And tell future ages the feats of the day;
A bard who detefted all sadness and fpleen,
And wished that Parnaffus a vineyard had been.

The dinner being over, the claret they ply, And every new cork is a new fpring of joy; In the bands of old friendship and kindred fo fet, And the bands grew the tighter the more they were

wet.

Gay Pleasure ran riot as bumpers ran o'er ; Bright Phœbus ne'er witneffed so joyous a corps, And vowed that to leave them he was quite forlorn, Till Cynthia hinted he'd fee them next morn.

Six bottles a-piece had well wore out the night, When gallant Sir Robert, to finish the fight, Turned o'er in one bumper a bottle of red, And swore 'twas the way that their ancestor did.

Then worthy Glenriddel, fo cautious and fage,
No longer the warfare, ungodly, would wage;
A High ruling elder to wallow in wine!

He left the foul bufinefs to folks lefs divine.

The gallant Sir Robert fought hard to the end; But who can with Fate and Quart Bumpers contend? Though Fate, faid a hero, fhould perifh in light; So uprose bright Phoebus-and down fell the knight.

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Next uprofe our Bard, like a prophet in drink:66 Craigdarroch, thou'lt foar when creation fhall fink; "But if thou would flourish immortal in rhyme, "Come-one bottle more- and have at the fublime!

"Thy line, that has ftruggled for freedom with

"Bruce

"Shall heroes and patriots ever produce:

"So thine be the laurel, and mine be the bay; "The field thou haft won, by yon bright god of "day!"

D EL

I A.

FAI

AIR the face of orient day; Fair the tints of opening rose; But fairer ftill my DELIA dawnsMore lovely far her beauty blows.

Sweet the lark's wild, warbled lay;
Sweet the tinkling rill to hear:
But DELIA more delightful ftill
Steal thine accents on mine ear.

The flower-enamour'd bufy bee
The rofy banquet loves to fip;
Sweet the ftreamlet's limpid lapfe,
To the fun-brown'd Arab's lip.

But DELIA on thy balmy lips,
Let me no vagrant infect, rove;

O let me fteal one liquid kiss!

For ah! my foul is parch'd with love.

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A ROSE-BUD by my early wauk,

Adown a corn-inclosed bawk,

Sae gently bent its thorny ftauk,
All on a dewy morning:

Ere twice the fhades o' dawn are fled,
In a' its crimfon glory fpread,
And drooping rich the dewy head,
It fcents the early morning.

Within the bush her covert neft
A little linnet fondly preft,

The dew fat chilly on her breaft,
Sae early in the morning :

She foon fhall fee her tender brood,
The pride, the pleasure o' the wood,
Amang the fresh green leaves bedew'd,
Awauk the early morning.

So thou dear bird young Jenny, fair,
On trembling string, or vocal air,
Shalt fweetly pay the tender care

That tents thy early morning.

So thou fweet rofe bud, young and gay, Shalt beauteous blaze upon the day,

And blefs the parent's evening ray

That watch'd thy early morning.

MUSING

S ON G.

USING on the roaring Ocean, Which divides my love and me; Wearying in warm devotion,

For his weal where'er he be.

Hope and Fear's alternate billow
Yielding late to Nature's law,
Whispering fpirits round my pillow,
Talk of him that's far awa.

Ye whom Sorrow never wounded;
Ye who never fhed a tear;
Care untroubled, joy furrounded,
Gaudy day to you is dear.

Gentle night do you befriend me ;
Downy fleep, the curtain draw;
Spirits kind, again attend me,
Talk of him that's far awa.

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WILLY brew'd a peck o' mault,

And Rab and Allan cam to fee;

Three blyther hearts that lee lang night

Ye wadna found in Chriftendie.

CHORUS.

'We are na' fou, we're nae that fou

But just a drappie in our e'e;

The cock may craw, the day may daw,

Yet ay we'll tafte the barley brie.

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