Yet ne'er with wits profane to range, An Atheist's laugh 's a poor exchange X. When ranting round in pleasure's ring, Or if she gie a random sting, But when on life we're tempest-driv❜n, XI. Adieu, dear, amiable youth! Your heart can ne'er be wanting: May prudence, fortitude, and truth, In ploughman phrase, God send you speed,' And may you better reck the rede, Than ever did th' adviser! A'YE wha live by soups o' drink, A' Come mourn wi' me! Our billie's gien us a' a jink, An' owre the sea. Lament Wha dearly like a random-splore, Nae mair he'll join the merry roar, For now he's taen anither shore, An' owre the sea. The bonnie lasses weel may wiss him, And in their dear petitions place him: The widows, wives, an' a' may bless him, Wi' tearfu' e'e; For weel I wat they'll sairly miss him That's owre the sea. O Fortune, they hae room to grumble! Hadst thou taen aff some drowsy bummle, Wha can do nought but fyke an' fumble, 'Twad been nae plea; But he was gleg as ony wumble, That's owre the sea. Auld, cantie Kyle may weepers wear, An' stain them wi' the saut, saut tear; Twill mak her poor auld heart I fear, In flinders flee; He was her laureat monie a year, That's owre the sea. He He saw misfortune's cauld nor-west Lang mustering up a bitter blast; A jillet brak his heart at last, Ill may she be! So, took a birth afore the mast, An' owre the sea. To tremble under Fortune's cummock, So, row't his hurdies in a hammock, An' owré the sea. He ne'er was gien to great misguiding, Yet coin his pouches wad na bide in; Wi' him it ne'er was under hiding; He dealt it free: The muse was a' that he took pride in, That's owre the sea. Jamaica bodies, use him weel, An' hap him in a cozie biel: Ye'll find him ay a dainty chiel, And fou' o' glee; He wad na wrang'd the vera deil, |