Contents (73)
- CONTENTS
- INTRODUCTION
- FOLK-TALES FOR AN ENLIGHTENED AGE
- DEATH AND DOCTOR HORNBOOK A True Story
- TO A MOUSE
- THE TWA DOGS A Tale
- HALLOWEEN
- ADDRESS TO THE DEIL
- TO A LOUSE
- ADDRESS OF BEELZEBUB
- TAM O’ SHANTER A Tale
- RELIGIOUS SENTIMENT AND SATIRE
- A PRAYER, IN THE PROSPECT OF DEATH
- HOLY WILLIE’S PRAYER
- THE HOLY FAIR
- THE COTTER’S SATURDAY NIGHT Inscribed to R. Aiken, Esq.
- PRAYER – O THOU DREAD POWER
- EPIGRAM TO MISS AINSLIE IN CHURCH
- LOVE AND SEX
- THE RIGS O BARLEY Tune: Corn rigs are bonie
- MARY MORISON Tune: Duncan Davison
- GREEN GROW THE RASHES, O
- A POET’S WELCOME TO HIS LOVE-BEGOTTEN DAUGHTER
- THE FORNICATOR Tune: Clout the Cauldron
- THE JOLLY BEGGARS – A CANTATA
- THE LASS O BALLOCHMYLE Tune: Ettrick Banks
- LIBEL SUMMONS
- CA’ THE YOWES TO THE KNOWES
- AULD LANG SYNE
- YESTREEN I HAD A PINT O WINE Tune: Banks of Banna
- AE FOND KISS Tune: Rory Dall’s Port
- HIGHLAND MARY Tune: Katherine Ogie
- A RED RED ROSE
- O, WERT THOU IN THE CAULD BLAST Tune: Lenox love to Blantyre
- COMIN THRO THE RYE Tune: Miller’s Wedding
- WHA’LL MOW ME NOW? Tune: Comin thro the rye
- O SAW YE MY MAGGIE
- CONTEMPORARY POLITICS
- BALLAD ON THE AMERICAN WAR Tune: Killiecrankie
- A DREAM
- THE FÊTE CHAMPETRE Tune: Killiecrankie
- ODE ON THE DEPARTED REGENCY BILL
- THE RIGHTS OF WOMAN Spoken by Miss Fontenelle on her benefit night
- WHY SHOULDNA POOR FOLK MOWE Tune: The Campbells are comin
- SCOTS WHA HAE Tune: Hey Tutti Tatie
- ODE FOR GENERAL WASHINGTON’S BIRTHDAY
- A MAN’S A MAN FOR A’ THAT
- DOES HAUGHTY GAUL INVASION THREAT? Tune: Push about the Jorum
- SCOTTISH CULTURAL HISTORY
- SCOTCH DRINK
- ADDRESS TO A HAGGIS
- LINES ON FERGUSSON, THE POET
- THE BONIE MOOR-HEN Tune: Beware of the Hunting
- JOHNIE COPE
- MY HEART’S IN THE HIGHLANDS Tune: Failte na miosg
- AWA, WHIGS, AWA
- THE WHITE COCKADE
- LAMENT OF MARY QUEEN OF SCOTS ON THE APPROACH OF SPRING
- THERE’LL NEVER BE PEACE TILL JAMIE COMES HAME
- YE JACOBITES BY NAME
- SUCH A PARCEL OF ROGUES IN A NATION
- OCCASIONAL AND BIOGRAPHICAL VERSE
- I’LL GO AND BE A SODGER
- MY FATHER WAS A FARMER Tune: The Weaver and his Shuttle, O
- THE DEATH AND DYING WORDS OF POOR MAILIE, THE AUTHOR’S ONLY PET YOWE
- EPITAPH ON MY HONOURED FATHER
- EPISTLE TO DAVIE, A BROTHER POET
- EPISTLE TO J. LAPRAIK
- THE AULD FARMER’S NEW-YEAR MORNING SALUTATION TO HIS AULD MARE, MAGGIE
- LINES WRITTEN ON A BANK-NOTE
- THE FAREWELL
- REPLY TO A TRIMMING EPISTLE RECEIVED FROM A TAYLOR
- SELECT SCOTS GLOSSARY
Frae Daddie Auld.
What tho at times, when I grow crouse,
I gie their wames a random pouse,
Is that enough for you to souse
Your servant sae?
Gae mind your seam, ye prick
An jag-the-flae!
King David o poetic brief
Wrocht ’mang the lasses sic mischief
As fill’d his after-life wi grief,
An bluidy rants;
An yet he’s rank’d amang the chief
O lang-syne saunts.
And maybe, Tam, for a’ my cants,
My wicked rhymes, an drucken rants,
I’ll gie auld Cloven Clooty’s haunts
An unco slip yet,
An snugly sit amang the saunts,
At Davie’s hip yet!
But, fegs! the Session says I maun
Gae fa’ upo’ anither plan
Than garrin lasses coup the cran,
Clean heels owre body,
An sairly thole their mother’s ban
Afore the howdy.
This leads me on to tell for sport
How I did wi’ the Session sort:
Auld Clinkum at the inner port,
Cried three times, ‘Robin!
Come hither lad, and answer fort,
Ye’re blam’d for jobbin!’
Wi’ pinch I put a Sunday’s face on,
An snoov’d awa before the Session
I made an open, fair confession,
I scorned to lie,
An syne Mess John, beyond expression,
Fell foul o me.
A fornicator-loun he call’d me,
An said my faut frae bliss expell’d me.
I own’d the tale was true he tell’d me,
‘But, what the matter?’
(Quo’ I) ‘I fear unless ye geld me,
I’ll ne’er be better!’
‘Geld you!’ (quo’ he) ‘an what for no?
If that your right hand, leg, or toe
Should ever prove your sp’ritual foe,
You should remember
To cut it aff – an what for no
Your dearest member!’
‘Na, na,’ (quo’ I) ‘I’m no for that,
Gelding’s nae better than ’tis ca’t;
I’d rather suffer for my faut,
A hearty flewit.
As sair owre hip as ye can drawt,
Tho I should rue it.
‘Or, gin ye like to end the bother,
To please us a’, I’ve just ae ither:
When next wi yon lass I forgather,
Whate’er betide it,
I’ll frankly gie her’ta’ thegither,
An let her guide it.’
But, Sir, this pleas’d them warst of a’,
An therefore, Tam, when that I saw,
I said ‘Guid night,’ an came awa,
An left the Session;
I saw they were resolved a’
On my oppression.
SELECT SCOTS GLOSSARY
abeigh aside
aiblins perhaps
aidle ditch-water
airns (iron) fetters
airt direction
asklent askew
atweel certainly
awa away
batts colic
bauld bold
bedeen quickly
beese vermin
beets kindle
belyve swiftly
ben through
big build
birk birch
birkie lively fellow
birses bristles
blast blow
blate shy
blather bladder
blink glance
boddle penny coin
bore crevice
boudrons cat
bouk body
bouse booze
braw handsome
breeks trousers
brent smooth
broose wedding race
brunstane brimstone
Buirdly stately
bum-clock a kind of beetle
bure bore
but an ben kitchen and parlour roomed cottage
byke swarm
cadger hawker
caff chaff
caird tinker
caition surety
caller fresh
callet wench
cantraip magic
cantrip lively
canty cheerful
carlin old person
caups wooden bowl
claes clothes
claught clutch