The Author's Earneft Cry and Prayer to the
Scotch Representatives in the House of Com-

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The Holy Fair

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Death and Doctor Hornbook

The Brigs of Ayr

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The Ordination

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The Calf

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Addrefs to the Unco Guid, or the Rigidly Righ

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Tam Samfon's Elegy

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Halloween

The Auld Farmer's New-Year Morning's Saluta

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To Ruin

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year's Gift

Epiftle to a young Friend

To a Haggis

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with Beattie's Poems for a New

On a Scotch Bard gone to the West Indies

A Dedication to G**** H*******, Esq.

To a Loufe, on feeing one on a Lady's Bonnet

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at Church

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Addrefs to Edinburgh

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Fpifle to J. L*****

an old Scotch Bard

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To the fame

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Epifle to W. S*****, Ochiltree

Epifle to J. R******, inclofing fome Poems

When Guildford good our

Song. It was upon a Lammas Night,'

Song, Now wetlin winds and flaught'ring guns, 233 Song, Behind hills where Stinchar flows,' 235 Green grow the Rafhes. A Fragment

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Song, Again rejoicing Nature fees,'

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Song, The gloomy night is gath'ring faft,'

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Song, From thee, Eliza, I must go,'

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The Farewell. To the Brethren of St. James's

Lodge, Tarbolton

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Song, No churchman am I for to rail and to

'TWAS

WAS in that place o' Scotland's ifle, That bears the name of Auld King Coil,

Upon a bonie day in June,

When wearing thro' the afternoon,

Twa Dogs, that were na thrang at hame,
Forgather'd ance upon a time.

The firft I'll name, they ca'd him Cafar, Was keepit for his Honor's pleafure ;

His hair, his fize, his mouth, his lugs,
Shew'd he was nane o' Scotland's dogs,
But walpit fome place far abroad,
Where failors gang to fish for Cod.

His locked, lettered, braw brafs collar
Shew'd him the gentleman and scholar;
Bût though he was o' high degree,
The fient a pride nae pride had he,
But wad hae fpent an hour carreffin,
Ev'n wi' a tinkler-gypsey's meffin :
At kirk or market, mill or fmiddie,
Nae tawted tyke, tho' e'er fae duddie,
But he wad ftan't, as glad to fee him,
An' ftroant on ftanès an' hillocks wi' him,

The tither was a ploughman's collie,
A rhyming, ranting, raving billie,

Wha for his friend and comrade had him,
And in his freaks had Luath ca'd him,
After fome dog in Highland fang*,

Was made lang fyne, Lord knows how lang,

He was a gafh an' faithfu' tyke,

As ever lap a fheugh or dike.
His honeft, fonfie, baws'nt face,
Ay gat him friends in ilka place;
His breaft was white, his touzie back
Wee! clad wi coat o' gloffy black ;

*Cuchulian's deg in Ofian's Fingal.

His gaucie tail, wi' upward curl,
Hung owre his hurdies wi'` a swirl.

Nae doubt but they were fain o' ither,
An' unco pack an' thick thegither;

Wi' focial nofe whyles fnuff'd and fnowkit;
Whyles mice and moudieworts they howkit;
Whyles fcour'd awa in lang excurfion,
An' worry'd ither in diverfion;
Till tir'd at last wi' mony a farce,
They fat them down upon their a—,
An' there began a lang digreffion
About the Lords o' the creation.

CESAR.

I've often wonder'd, honeft Luath, What fort o' life poor dogs like you An' when the gentry's life I faw, What way poor bodies liv'd ava.

Our Laird gets in his racked rents,
His coals, his kain, an' a' his ftents:
He rifes when he likes himfel;
His flunkies anfwer at the bell;

He ca's his coach; he ca's his horfe;

He draws a bonie filken purse

have,

As lang's my tail, whare, thro' the fleeks,

The yellow lettered Geordie keeks,