Good God! what tuneless heart-strings wadna twang, When love and beauty animate the fang? Skies echo back, when thou blaws up thy reed Coly, look out, the few we have 's gane wrang, This fe'enteen owks I have not play'd fae lang; Ha! Crummy, ha! trowth I man quat my fang; But, lad, neist mirk we 'll to the haining drive, When in fresh lizar they get spleet and rive: The royts will reft, and gin ye like my play, I'll whistle to thee all the live-lang day. TO MR. WILLIAM STARRAT, ON RECEIVING THE FOREGOING. FRAE fertile fields where nae curs'd ethers creep, O! may plains : Lang mayft thou teach, with round and nooked lines, Subftantial skill, that 's worth rich filler mines; The thumper that tells hours upon the kirk; How How wedges rive the aik; how pullifees Can lift on highest roofs the greatest trees, What pleugh fits a wet foil, and whilk the dry; I own 'tis cauld encouragement to fing, When round ane's lugs the blatran hail-ftanes ring; But feckfu' folks can front the baldeft wind, Dear friend of mine! ye but o'er meikle reefe The lawly mints of my poor moorland muse, Wha looks but blate, when even'd to ither twa, That lull'd the deel, or bigg'd the Theban wa'; But trowth 'tis natural for us a' to wink At our ain fauts, and praises frankly drink : Fair faʼ ye then, and may your flocks grow rife, And may nae elf twin crummy of her life. The fun shines sweetly, a' the lift looks blue, Then ye 'll excufe me till anither day, Some dainty fangs, that fall round Crochan ring. TO MR. GAY, ON HEARING THE DUCHESS OF QUEENSBURY COMMEND SOME OF HIS POEMS DEAR lad, wha linkan o'er the lee, Wak'd up the morn, When thou didst tune, with heartsome glee, To thee frae edge of Pentland height, O'er glens and braes, A bard that has the second fight, Now * Gay was a great admirer of the poems of Ramfay, particularly of his "Gentle Shepherd;" and they afterwards became perfonally acquainted, when Gay visited Scotland with the duke and duchefs of Queenfbury. |