195 As open pussie's mortal foes, When, pop! she starts before their nose; When "Catch the thief!" resounds aloud; 200 Wi' mony an eldritch skreich and hollow. Ah, Tam! ah, Tam! thou 'll get thy fairin! In hell they'll roast thee like a herrin! In vain thy Kate awaits thy comin! Kate soon will be a woefu' woman! 205 Now, do thy speedy-utmost, Meg, And win the key-stane o' the brig; There, at them thou thy tail may toss, A running stream they darena cross! But ere the key-stane she could make, 210 The fient a tail she had to shake! For Nannie, far before the rest, Hard upon noble Maggie prest, And flew at Tam wi' furious ettle; But little wist she Maggie's mettle! 215 Ae spring brought off her master hale, But left behind her ain gray tail: The carlin claught her by the rump, And left poor Maggie scarce a stump. Now, wha this tale o' truth shall read, BRUCE'S ADDRESS TO HIS ARMY AT BANNOCKBURN (1793) Scots, wha hae wi' WALLACE bled, Or to Victorie! 5 Now's the day, and now's the hour; Wha will be a traitor knave? 10 Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee! Wha, for Scotland's King and Law, Freedom's sword will strongly draw, 15 FREEMAN stand, or FREEMAN fa', Let him on wi' me! 20 By Oppression's woes and pains! Lay the proud Usurpers low! THE BANKS OF DOON (Second version, 1791) Ye flowery banks o' bonie Doon, 5 Thou'll break my heart, thou bonie bird, 10 Thou'll break my heart, thou bonie bird, Aft hae I rov'd by bonie Doon, To see the woodbine twine; 15 And ilka bird sang o' its Luve, And sae did I o' mine. 20 Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose, But my fause Luver staw the rose, Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose, And sae I flourished on the morn, And sae was pu'd or noon. A RED, RED ROSE (1793) O my Luve's like a red, red rose, That's sweetly play'd in tune. 5 As fair art thou, my bonie lass, 10 And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear, And fare-thee-weel, my only Luve! 15 And I will come again, my Luve, IS THERE, FOR HONEST POVERTY (1795) (Tune-" For a' that ") Is there for honest Poverty, 5 For a' that, an' a' that, Our toils obscure an' a' that, The rank is but the guinea's stamp, 10 What though on hamely fare we dine, Wear hoddin grey, an' a' that; Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, For a' that, an' a' that, Their tinsel show, an' a' that; 15 The honest man, tho' e'er sae poor, Is king o' men for a' that. 20 Ye see yon birkie ca'd a lord, Wha struts, an' stares an' a' that; His ribband, star, an' a' that: 25 A prince can mak a belted knight, 30 Their dignities an' a' that; The pith o' sense, an' pride o' worth, Then let us pray that come it may, (As come it will for a' that,) 35 That Sense and Worth, o'er a' the earth, Shall bear the gree, an' a' that. 40 For a' that, an' a' that, It's coming yet for a' that, That Man to Man, the warld o'er, Shall brothers be for a' that. |