PoemsBy Allan Ramsay . nk. , Some like to laugh their Time dance while Pipes or Fiddles play,And have nae Senfe of ony WantAs lang a^s they can drink and rant. The ratling Drum and Trumpets Tout,Delight young Swankies that are ftout:What his kindfrighted Mother ugs,Is Mufick to the Sogers Lugs. ..The Hunter with his Hounds and HawksBangs up afore his Wife awakes y K 2 Noi? C 33* 3 Nor fpeers gin (he has ought to fay,But fcowrs oer Highs and Hows a Day,Throw Mofs and Moor ; nor does he, pareWhether the Day be foul or fair,If he his trufly Hounds can cheerTo hunt the Tod, or drive the Pe
PoemsBy Allan Ramsay . nk. , Some like to laugh their Time dance while Pipes or Fiddles play,And have nae Senfe of ony WantAs lang a^s they can drink and rant. The ratling Drum and Trumpets Tout,Delight young Swankies that are ftout:What his kindfrighted Mother ugs,Is Mufick to the Sogers Lugs. ..The Hunter with his Hounds and HawksBangs up afore his Wife awakes y K 2 Noi? C 33* 3 Nor fpeers gin (he has ought to fay,But fcowrs oer Highs and Hows a Day,Throw Mofs and Moor ; nor does he, pareWhether the Day be foul or fair,If he his trufly Hounds can cheerTo hunt the Tod, or drive the Peer* May I be happy in my Lays,And win a lafting Wreath of Bays,Is a my With, — Well pJeasd to fingBeneath a Tree, or by a Spring ;While Lads an4 LaiTes on the MeadAttend my Caledonian Reed,And with the fweeteft Notes rehearfeMy Thoughts, and ropfe me for my Verfe. If you, my Lord, clafs me arnang-Thofe who have fung baith faft and itrang^Of fmiling Love or doughty Deed,To Stains fublime Ill life my Head. .Wj €ljJe$. 8^ ^^$?£5£S?W55*S2w^/^ZttSftiKSSK*/*SZvS;5-av^^wS:i/,,^^;2*5*2*^ Jfcfc 5^ Pwfwfwrlwiflff f:Clyde s Welcome TO HIS P RI NCE WHat chearful*Sounds from evry Side I hear,How beauteous on their Banks my Nymphsappear;Got throw thefe many Mountains at my Source,Oer Rocks ftupendous of my upper Courfe,To thefe fair Plains where I more fmoothiy move,Throw verdant Vales to meet Evanas Love*Yonder fhe comes beneath Voiona^ Shade,How blyth fhe looks! How fweet and gay lie clade; ?H^r flowry Bounds bears all the Pride of MayyWhile round her foft Meanders Shepherds lovely Naid, to my Bofom large,Amidft my Stores commit thy chryihl Charge, Anef t 33S 3 And fpcak thefe Joys all thy Deportment fliewsjThat to old Ocean I may have good folemn Voice thus fpoke majeftick Clyde,In fofcer Notes lovd Evan thus reply »d, Great Glotta, long have I had Caufe to mourn,While my forfaken Stream guiht from my Urn :Since my late LORD, fcis Nations juft DelightsGreatly la
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