Lang syne, in Eden's bonie yard, Sweet on the fragrant, flow'ry swaird, Then you, ye auld, snick-drawin' dog! An' played on man a cursed brogue', An' gied the infant warld a shog', D'ye mind that day, when in a bizz3, An' sklented 9 on the man of Uzz 8 An' how ye gat him i' your thrall, An' lowsed 10 his ill-tongued wicked scaul ", But a' your doings to rehearse, Your wily snares and fechtin 13 fierce, Wad ding 16 a' Lallan 16 tongue, or Erse, 'Who draws stealthily the door-bolt. 5 bustle. 6 smoky rags. 7 singed periwig. 8 blackened face. ⚫ slanted. fighting. 10 loosed. 11 scold. 12 of all. 14 Vide Milton, Book vi.-R. B. 18 exhaust. 16 Lowland. An' now, auld Cloots, I ken ye're thinkin, To your black pit ; But, faith! he'll turn a corner jinkin, But, fare you weel, auld Nickie-ben! I'm wae to think upo' yon den, Ev'n for your sake! I tripping. FROM 'THE HOLY FAIR.' Now, butt an' ben, the change-house fills, Wi' yill-caup commentators: Here's crying out for bakes' an' gills, An' there the pint-stowp clatters ; They raise a din, that, in the end, Is like to breed a rupture O' wrath that day. Leeze me on drink! it gies us mair ale-cup. 10 small beer. It kindles wit, it waukens lear3, It never fails, on drinking deep, ⚫ stir. The lads an' lasses, blythely bent On this ane's dress, an' that ane's leuk, While some are cozie i' the neuk 2, An' formin assignations To meet some day. But now the Lord's ain trumpet touts3, An' echoes back return the shouts ; His piercing words, like Highlan swords, His talk o' Hell, whare devils dwell, A vast, unbottom'd, boundless pit, The half asleep start up wi' fear, 'Twad be owre lang a tale, to tell An' how they crowded to the yill3, When they were a' dismist: How drink gaed round, in cogs an' caups', Amang the furms and benches; An' cheese an' bread frae women's laps, nook. 'Shakspeare's Hamlet.-R. B. ⚫ wooden vessels. I jolly. 6 In comes a gaucie' gash Guidwife, Syne draws her kebbuck2 an' her knife, The auld guidmen, about the grace, Frae side to side they bother, Till some ane by his bonnet lays, Waesucks! for him that gets nae lass, On sic a day! Now Clinkumbell, wi' rattling tow, Some swagger hame, the best they dow', 8 At slaps the billies halt a blink, Till lasses strip their shoon : Wi' faith an' hope, an' love an' drink, They're a' in famous tune For crack 10 that day. I lang hae thought, my youthfu' friend, Than just a kind memento; 2 cheese. to peal or roar. 10 talk. 11 Andrew Aiken. But how the subject-theme may gang, Ye'll try the world soon, my lad, I'll no say, men are villains a'; But, och mankind are unco weak, If self the wavering balance shake, Yet they wha fa" in fortune's strife, Yet hae nae cash to spare him. Aye free, aff-han' your story tell, (Conceal yoursel as weel's ye can |