Steek the doors, haud out the frost, And let us hae a blythesome bout. Dinna cheat but drink fair: ALLAN RAMSAY (1686-1758). 122 Look up to Pentland's tow'ring taps, Driving their ba's frae whins or tee, The byast bouls on Tamson's green. Then fling on coals, and ripe the ribs, Gude claret best keeps out the cauld, Leave to the gods your ilka care, If that they think us worth their while, They can a rowth o' blessings spare, Which will our fashious fears beguile. For what they hae a mind to do, That will they do, should we gang wud; If they command the storms to blaw, Then upo' sight the hailstanes thud. But soon as ere they cry, Be quiet, The blattering winds daur nae mair move, Let neist day come as it thinks fit, On pleasure let's employ our wit, And laugh at fortune's feckless pow'rs. ALLAN RAMSAY. 123 TODLIN' HAME WHEN I hae a saxpence under my thoom, Then I'll get credit in ilka toun; But aye when I'm puir they bid me gang by: Oh, poverty parts gude company. Todlin' hame, todlin' hame, Couldna my love come todlin' hame? Fair-fa' the gudewife, and send her gude sale, She gies us white bannocks to relish her ale, Syne if that her tippeny chance to be sma', We'll tak a good scour o't, and ca't awa: Todlin' hame, todlin' hame, As round as a neep come todlin' hame. My kimmer and I lay down to sleep, And aye when we wauken'd, we drank them dry: What think ye of my wee kimmer and I? Sae round as my love comes todlin' hame. Leeze me on liquor, my todlin' doo, Ye're aye sae good humour'd when weeting your mou; When sober sae sour, ye'll fecht wi' a flea, That 'tis a blythe sight to the bairns and me, When todlin' hame, todlin' hame, When round as a neep ye come todlin' hame. 124 ANDRO AND HIS CUTTY GUN BLYTHE, blythe, and merry was she, She took me in, and set me doon, We loo'ed the liquor weel enough; The carline brought her kebbuck ben, They gar the swats gae glibber doon. Till dawning we ne'er jee'd our bun, He did like ony mavis sing, L 125 O GUDE ale comes and gude ale goes, O in the sweetest plums there's stones, May he rub shoulders wi' the gallows, |