Their owner to those courtesies which plainly, surely prove That he's the kind of person that never does go back On a fellow that 's in trouble? Why, little Mack! I've heard 'em tell of Dana, and of Bonner, and of Reid, Of Johnnie Cockerill, who, I'll own, is very smart indeed; Yet I don't care what their renown or influence may be, One metropolitan exchange is quite enough for me! So keep your Danas, Bonners, Reids, your Cockerills, and the rest, The woods is full of better men all through this woolly West; For all that sleek, pretentious, Eastern editorial pack We would n't swap the shadow of Our little Mack! TO ROBIN GOODFELLOW. I SEE you, Maister Bawsy-brown, You come for cream and to gar me dream, Wi' crickets ben a-jinkin', Now steals away fra' her bonnie play — Wi' a rosier blie, I'm thinkin'. I saw you, Maister Bawsy-brown, For the merrie fays o' the banks an' braes, The gowans gave you honey sweets, Dript draughts o' dew for the faery crew That danct and sang together. But posie-bloom an' simmer-dew My pantry shelves, sae clean and white, Are set wi' cream and cheeses, Gae, gin you will, an' take your fill Of whatsoever pleases. Then wave your wand aboon my een Until they close awearie, And the night be past sae sweet and fast But pinch the wench in yonder room, APPLE-PIE AND CHEESE. FULL many a sinful notion Conceived of foreign powers Has come across the ocean To harm this land of ours; And heresies called fashions Have modesty effaced, I'm glad my education Against the vile temptation Held out on every hand; Eschewing all the tittles With vanity replete, I'm loyal to the victuals Our grandsires used to eat! I'm glad I've got three willing boys Of apple-pie and cheese! Your flavored creams and ices To regale the dainty dude; With wine to wash 'em down, To apple-pie and cheese! The pie my Julia makes me (God bless her Yankee ways!) On memory's pinions takes me To dear Green Mountain days; |