PoemsBy Allan Ramsay . \ Fter the gaining Edinburghs Prize|XjL The DaY before with running thricesMe Milncraigs Rock moft fairly won,When thrice again the Courfe he for Diverfion tis my ShareTo run three Heatsa and pleafe the Fair. Infcription engraven on the Piece of Plate,which was a Punch-bowl and Ladle, gi-ven by the Captains of theTrain d Bandsof Edinburgh, and gain d by CaptainCharles Crockatj Swallow. Charge me with Nams and limpid Spring,Let fowr and fweet be mixf,Bend round a Health fyne to the King,;| To Edinburghs Captains next,Wha formed me in fae bly th a Shape, And gaveme
PoemsBy Allan Ramsay . \ Fter the gaining Edinburghs Prize|XjL The DaY before with running thricesMe Milncraigs Rock moft fairly won,When thrice again the Courfe he for Diverfion tis my ShareTo run three Heatsa and pleafe the Fair. Infcription engraven on the Piece of Plate,which was a Punch-bowl and Ladle, gi-ven by the Captains of theTrain d Bandsof Edinburgh, and gain d by CaptainCharles Crockatj Swallow. Charge me with Nams and limpid Spring,Let fowr and fweet be mixf,Bend round a Health fyne to the King,;| To Edinburghs Captains next,Wha formed me in fae bly th a Shape, And gaveme lafting Honours,Take up my Ladle, fill and lapCj .^nd lay, Fairfa the Dqjiorso Spoten i $00 ] QQOvQGQQWQQGQQQQQQ^QQQQJ Spoken to trooyoung Ladies who asked ift ^could fay any tlotng on them : One ex-ceed in a beautijul Ccmplethon7 the o*ther in fine Eyes. u To the firft*Pon your Check fits blooming YoutK To the other*Heaven fparkles In your Eye. To fomething fweet about each MoiUh3Dear Ladies let me r« C 3*1 1 Tb *te Ph—, ^ 0 D E. Vides ui alt a ftet nzve caniliutn SoraBe * H O R. LO O K up to Pentlands towring Taps,Buried beneath great Wreaths of SnaW,Der ilka Cleugh, ilk Scar and Slap^As high as ony Roman Wa« Driving their Baws frae Whins or Tee^Theres no ae Gowfter to be feen,Nor doulfcr Fowk wyfing a-Je&The Byafs Bouls on Tamfons Greene Then fling on Coals, and ripe the Ribs^And beek the Houfe baith Butt and Ben,; -That Murchken Stoup it hads but Drib% Then lets get in the tappit Hen. Good Claret belt keeps out the tivX&iAnd drives away the Winter foon,It makes a Man baith gafh and bauld,And heaves his Saul beyond the Moon, f My? 4 C 302 2 Leave to the Gods your ilka Care^If that they think us worth their While^They can a Rowth of Bleffings fpare,Which will our fafliious Fears beguile. For what they have a Mind to do,That will they do, fhould we gang wood \If they command the Storms to blaw,Then upo Sight the Hailftanes thud. But foon as edr they cry,
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