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THE INCHCAPE ROCK.

The boat is lowered, the boatmen row,
And to the Inchcape rock they go;
Sir Ralph bent over from the boat
And he cut the bell from the Inchcape float.

Down sunk the bell with a gurgling sound,
The bubbles rose and burst around;
Quoth Sir Ralph, — “ The next who comes to

the rock
Wont bless the abbot of Aberbrothok.”

Sir Ralph the Rover sailed away;
He scoured the seas for many a day;
And now, grown rich with plundered store,
He steers his course for Scotland's shore.

So thick a haze o'erspreads the sky,
They cannot see the sun on high ;
The wind hath blown a gale all day,
At evening it hath died away.

On the deck the Rover takes his stand;
So dark it is they see no land;
Quoth Sir Ralph, — " It will be lighter soon,
For there is the dawn of the rising moon.”

“ Canst hear,” said one, “ the breakers roar,
For methinks we should be near the shore ?"
“Now where we are I cannot tell,
But I wish we could hear the Inchcape bell.”

They hear no sound ; the swell is strong ;
Though the wind hath fallen, they drift along ;
Till the vessel strikes with a shivering shock ;
O Death! it is the Inchcape rock.

Sir Ralph the Rover tore his hair;
He cursed himself in his despair;
The waves rush in on every side,
The ship is sinking beneath the tide.

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Sing me a little song, Birdie ! lift up a little lay!

When folks are here, fu' fain are ye
To stun them with your minstrelsie,

The lee lang day ;

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Ye ken when folks are paired, Birdie ! ye ken when

folks are paired,
Life's fair, an' foul, and freakish weather,
An' light an' lumbring loads, thegither

Maun a' be shared ;

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An' shared wi’ looin' hearts, Birdie ! wi' looin' hearts

and free,
Fu' fashious loads may weel be borne ;
An' roughest roads to velvet turn,

Trod cheerfully.

We've all our cares and crosses, Birdie! we 've a'

our cares an' crosses ;
But then to sulk an' sit so glum,
Hout! tout ! what guid o' that can come

To mend one's losses ?

Ye 're clipt in wiry fence, Birdie ! ye 're clipt in

wiry fence,
An' aiblins I, gin I mote gang
Upo' a wish, wad be or lang

Wi friends far hence ;

But what 's a wish, ye ken, Birdie! but what 's a

wish, ye ken,
Nae cantrip nag, like hers of Fife,
Who darnit wil the auld weird wife,

Flood, fell, an' fen.

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An' ae thing weel I wot, Birdie! an' ae thing weel

I wot,
There 's ane abune the highest sphere
Wha cares for a' his creatures here,

Marks every lot;

Wha guards the crowned king, Birdie ! wha guards

the crowned king,
An' taketh heed for sic as me, -
Sae little worth, - an' e'en for thee,

Puir witless thing!

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HAPPY insect! what can be
In happiness compared to thee ?
Fed with nourishment divine,
The dewy morning's gentle wine !
Nature waits upon thee still,
And thy verdant cup doth fill ;

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'T is filled wherever thou dost tread,
Nature's self 's thy Ganymede.
Thou dost drink, and dance, and sing ;
Happier than the happiest king!
All the fields which thou dost see,
All the plants, belong to thee;
All that summer-hours produce,
Fertile made with early juice.
Man for thee does sow and plough ;
Farmer he, and landlord thou !
Thou dost innocently joy,
Nor does thy luxury destroy ;
The shepherd gladly heareth thee,
More harmonious than he.
Thee country hinds with gladness hear,
Prophet of the ripened year!
Thee Phoebus loves, and does inspire ;
Phæbus is himself thy sire.
To thee, of all things upon earth,
Life is no longer than thy mirth.
Happy insect! happy thou
Dost neither age nor winter know;
But, when thou 'st drunk, and danced, and sung
Thy fill, the flowery leaves among,
Sated with thy summer feast,
Thou retir'st to endless rest.

THE CASTLE BY THE SEA.

TRANSLATED BY LONG

FROM THE GERMAN OF VHLAND.

FELLOW.

“ Hast thou seen that lordly castle,

That castle by the sea ?
Golden and red above it

The clouds float gorgeously.

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