English

535. [C]

My bottle is a holy pool,
That heals the wounds o' care an' dool;
And pleasure is a wanton trout,
An ye drink it, ye'll find him out.

[B]

L — D, we [thee] thank an' thee adore
For temp'ral gifts we little merit;
At present we will ask no more,
Let William Hislop give the spirit.

After Dinner.

[A]

O Lord, since we have feasted thus,
Which we so little merit,
Let Meg now take away the flesh,
And Jock bring in the spirit!
Amen.

Before Dinner

O Lord, when hunger pinches sore,
Do thou stand us in stead,
And send us from thy bounteous store
A tup- or wether-head!
Amen.

With a present of a dozen of Porter.

O Had the malt thy strength of mind,
Or hops the flavour of thy wit;
'Twere drink for first of human kind,
A gift that e'en for Se were fit.

Jerusalem Tavern, Dumfries.

No more of your guests, be they titled or not,
And cook'ry the first in the nation:
Who is proof to thy personal converse and wit,
Is proof to all other temptation.

On refusing to dine with him, after having been promised the first of company, and the first of Cookery, 17th December, 1795.

On an old acquaintance who seemed to pass the Bard without notice

Dost hang thy head, Billy, asham'd that thou knowest me?
'Tis paying in kind a just debt that thou owest me.

Tune — Buy broom Besoms

Wha will buy my Troggin,
Fine Election Ware;
Broken trade o' Br — —
A' in high repair.

Chorus

Buy braw Troggin,
Frae the Banks o' Dee!
Wha want Troggin,
Let them come to me.

Here 's a noble Earl's
Fame and high renown,
For an auld sang —
It's thought the Gudes were stown.

Tune, The babes o' the wood

'Twas in the seventeen hunder year
O' Christ and ninety-five,
That year I was the waest man
Of any man alive. —

On March, the three and twentieth morn,
The sun raise clear and bright,
But Oh, I was a waefu' man
Ere toofa' o' the night. —

Earl G — — y lang did rule this land
With equal right and fame;
Fast knit in chaste and haly bands