TO MARY IN HEAVEN. THOU ling'ring star, with less'ning ray, My Mary from my soul was torn. O Mary! dear departed shade! Where is thy place of blissful rest? Seest thou thy lover lowly laid? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast? That sacred hour can I forget, Can I forget the hallow'd grove, Where by the winding Ayr we met, To live one day of parting love! Eternity will not efface Those records dear of transports past; Thy image at our last embrace; Ah! little thought we 'twas our last! Ayr gurgling kissed his pebbled shore, O'erhung with wild woods, thick'ning green; The fragrant birch, and hawthorn hoar, Still o'er these scenes my memory wakes, My Mary, dear departed shade! Where is thy place of blissful rest? Seest thou thy lover lowly laid? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast? TAM O'SHANTER. WHEN chapman billies leave the street, [peddler fellows And drouthy neibors neibors meet, As market-days are wearing late, (Auld Ayr, whom ne'er a town surpasses [road [ale [gaps in fences Wi' reaming swats, that drank divinely; [frothing ale [shoemaker Tam lo'ed him like a very brither; They had been fou for weeks thegither. But pleasures are like poppies spread, A moment white-then melts for ever; That flit ere you can point their place; Nae man can tether time or tide;— The hour approaches Tam maun ride; That hour, o' night's black arch the key-stane, That dreary hour he mounts his beast in; As ne'er poor sinner was abroad in. The wind blew as 'twad blawn its last; The rattling show'rs rose on the blast; Weel mounted on his grey mare, Meg, Tam skelpit on thro' dub and mire, Whiles holding fast his gude blue bonnet; Lest bogles catch him unawares; Kirk Alloway was drawing nigh, Where the hunters fand the murdered bairn/ Whare Mungo's mither hanged hersel. The doubling storm roars thro' the woods; [hurried [smothered Chirches, big When, glimmering thro' the groaning trees, Inspiring bold John Barleycorn! What dangers thou canst make us scorn! Wi' usquebae, we'll face the Devil! The swats sae ream'd in Tammie's noddle, Fair play, he car'd na deils a boddle. [every hole [twopenny ale [whiskey [brand But hornpipes, jigs, strathspeys, and reels, Put life and mettle in their heels. At winnock-bunker in the east, [window-seat There sat old Nick, in shape o' beast, [shaggy dog A towzie tyke, black, grim, and large, To gie them music was his charge: He screw'd the pipes and gart them skirl, [made, scream Till roof and rafters a' did dirl.— Twa span-lang, wee, unchristen'd bairns; As Tammie glowr'd, amazed and curious, The mirth and fun grew fast and furious: The piper loud and louder blew ; The dancers quick and quicker flew; They reeled, they set, they crossed, they cleekit, But Tam kend what was what fu' brawlie, There was ae winsome wench and walie, [choice That night enlisted in the core, [corps [barley [short, coarse linen (Lang after kend on Carrick shore; But here my muse her wing maun cour; To sing how Nannie lap and flang (A souple jade she was, and strang), [bought And how Tam stood, like ane bewitched, And thought his very een enriched; Even Satan glowr'd, and fidg'd fu' fain, And hotch'd and blew wi' might and main; Till first ae caper, syne anither, [then Tam tint his reason a' thegither, [lost And roars out, "Weel done, Cutty-sark!" And in an instant all was dark; And scarcely had he Maggie rallied, When out the hellish legion sallied. As bees bizz out wi' angry fyke, When plundering herds assail their byke; When, pop! she starts before their nose; [bustle [hive |