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Part 9 out of 13
(Sun, Moon, and Stars, withdrawn a';)
And bring an angel-pen to write
My transports with my Anna!
The Kirk an' State may join an' tell,
To do sic things I maunna:
The Kirk an' State may gae to hell,
And I'll gae to my Anna.
She is the sunshine o' my e'e,
To live but her I canna;
Had I on earth but wishes three,
The first should be my Anna.
Song -I Murder Hate
I murder hate by flood or field,
Tho' glory's name may screen us;
In wars at home I'll spend my blood-
Life-giving wars of Venus.
The deities that I adore
Are social Peace and Plenty;
I'm better pleas'd to make one more,
Than be the death of twenty.
I would not die like Socrates,
For all the fuss of Plato;
Nor would I with Leonidas,
Nor yet would I with Cato:
The zealots of the Church and State
Shall ne'er my mortal foes be;
But let me have bold Zimri's fate,
Within the arms of Cozbi!
Gudewife, Count The Lawin
Gane is the day, and mirk's the night,
But we'll ne'er stray for faut o' light;
Gude ale and bratdy's stars and moon,
And blue-red wine's the risin' sun.
Chorus.-Then gudewife, count the lawin,
The lawin, the lawin,
Then gudewife, count the lawin,
And bring a coggie mair.
There's wealth and ease for gentlemen,
And simple folk maun fecht and fen';
But here we're a' in ae accord,
For ilka man that's drunk's a lord.
Then gudewife, &c.
My coggie is a haly pool
That heals the wounds o' care and dool;
And Pleasure is a wanton trout,
An ye drink it a', ye'll find him out.
Then gudewife, &c.
Election Ballad
At the close of the contest for representing the Dumfries Burghs, 1790.
Addressed to R. Graham, Esq. of Fintry.
Fintry, my stay in wordly strife,
Friend o' my muse, friend o' my life,
Are ye as idle's I am?
Come then, wi' uncouth kintra fleg,
O'er Pegasus I'll fling my leg,
And ye shall see me try him.
But where shall I go rin a ride,
That I may splatter nane beside?
I wad na be uncivil:
In manhood's various paths and ways
There's aye some doytin' body strays,
And I ride like the devil.
Thus I break aff wi' a' my birr,
And down yon dark, deep alley spur,
Where Theologics daunder:
Alas! curst wi' eternal fogs,
And damn'd in everlasting bogs,
As sure's the creed I'll blunder!
I'll stain a band, or jaup a gown,
Or rin my reckless, guilty crown
Against the haly door:
Sair do I rue my luckless fate,
When, as the Muse an' Deil wad hae't,
I rade that road before.
Suppose I take a spurt, and mix
Amang the wilds o' Politics-
Electors and elected,
Where dogs at Court (sad sons of bitches!)
Septennially a madness touches,
Till all the land's infected.
All hail! Drumlanrig's haughty Grace,
Discarded remnant of a race
Once godlike-great in story;
Thy forbears' virtues all contrasted,
The very name of Douglas blasted,
Thine that inverted glory!
Hate, envy, oft the Douglas bore,
But thou hast superadded more,
And sunk them in contempt;
Follies and crimes have stain'd the name,
But, Queensberry, thine the virgin claim,
From aught that's good exempt!
I'll sing the zeal Drumlanrig bears,
Who left the all-important cares
Of princes, and their darlings:
And, bent on winning borough touns,
Came shaking hands wi' wabster-loons,
And kissing barefit carlins.
Combustion thro' our boroughs rode,
Whistling his roaring pack abroad
Of mad unmuzzled lions;
As Queensberry blue and buff unfurl'd,
And Westerha' and Hopetoun hurled
To every Whig defiance.
But cautious Queensberry left the war,
Th' unmanner'd dust might soil his star,
Besides, he hated bleeding:
But left behind him heroes bright,
Heroes in Caesarean fight,
Or Ciceronian pleading.
O for a throat like huge Mons-Meg,
To muster o'er each ardent Whig
Beneath Drumlanrig's banners;
Heroes and heroines commix,
All in the field of politics,
To win immortal honours.
M'Murdo and his lovely spouse,
(Th' enamour'd laurels kiss her brows!)
Led on the Loves and Graces:
She won each gaping burgess' heart,
While he, sub rosa, played his part
Amang their wives and lasses.
Craigdarroch led a light-arm'd core,
Tropes, metaphors, and figures pour,
Like Hecla streaming thunder:
Glenriddel, skill'd in rusty coins,
Blew up each Tory's dark designs,
And bared the treason under.
In either wing two champions fought;
Redoubted Staig, who set at nought
The wildest savage Tory;
And Welsh who ne'er yet flinch'd his ground,
High-wav'd his magnum-bonum round
With Cyclopeian fury.
Miller brought up th' artillery ranks,
The many-pounders of the Banks,
Resistless desolation!
While Maxwelton, that baron bold,
'Mid Lawson's port entrench'd his hold,
And threaten'd worse damnation.
To these what Tory hosts oppos'd
With these what Tory warriors clos'd
Surpasses my descriving;
Squadrons, extended long and large,
With furious speed rush to the charge,
Like furious devils driving.
What verse can sing, what prose narrate,
The butcher deeds of bloody Fate,
Amid this mighty tulyie!
Grim Horror girn'd, pale Terror roar'd,
As Murder at his thrapple shor'd,
And Hell mix'd in the brulyie.
As Highland craigs by thunder cleft,
When lightnings fire the stormy lift,
Hurl down with crashing rattle;
As flames among a hundred woods,
As headlong foam from a hundred floods,
Such is the rage of Battle.
The stubborn Tories dare to die;
As soon the rooted oaks would fly
Before th' approaching fellers:
The Whigs come on like Ocean's roar,
When all his wintry billows pour
Against the Buchan Bullers.
Lo, from the shades of Death's deep night,
Departed Whigs enjoy the fight,
And think on former daring:
The muffled murtherer of Charles
The Magna Charter flag unfurls,
All deadly gules its bearing.
Nor wanting ghosts of Tory fame;
Bold Scrimgeour follows gallant Graham;
Auld Covenanters shiver-
Forgive! forgive! much-wrong'd Montrose!
Now Death and Hell engulph thy foes,
Thou liv'st on high for ever.
Still o'er the field the combat burns,
The Tories, Whigs, give way by turns;
But Fate the word has spoken:
For woman's wit and strength o'man,
Alas! can do but what they can;
The Tory ranks are broken.
O that my een were flowing burns!
My voice, a lioness that mourns
Her darling cubs' undoing!
That I might greet, that I might cry,
While Tories fall, while Tories fly,
And furious Whigs pursuing!
What Whig but melts for good Sir James,
Dear to his country, by the names,
Friend, Patron, Benefactor!
Not Pulteney's wealth can Pulteney save;
And Hopetoun falls, the generous, brave;
And Stewart, bold as Hector.
Thou, Pitt, shalt rue this overthrow,
And Thurlow growl a curse of woe,
And Melville melt in wailing:
Now Fox and Sheridan rejoice,
And Burke shall sing, "O Prince, arise!
Thy power is all-prevailing!"
For your poor friend, the Bard, afar
He only hears and sees the war,
A cool spectator purely!
So, when the storm the forest rends,
The robin in the hedge descends,
And sober chirps securely.
Now, for my friends' and brethren's sakes,
And for my dear-lov'd Land o' Cakes,
I pray with holy fire:
Lord, send a rough-shod troop o' Hell
O'er a' wad Scotland buy or sell,
To grind them in the mire!
Elegy On Captain Matthew Henderson
A Gentleman who held the Patent for his Honours immediately from
Almighty God.
Should the poor be flattered?-Shakespeare.
O Death! thou tyrant fell and bloody!
The meikle devil wi' a woodie
Haurl thee hame to his black smiddie,
O'er hurcheon hides,
And like stock-fish come o'er his studdie
Wi' thy auld sides!
He's gane, he's gane! he's frae us torn,
The ae best fellow e'er was born!
Thee, Matthew, Nature's sel' shall mourn,
By wood and wild,
Where haply, Pity strays forlorn,
Frae man exil'd.
Ye hills, near neighbours o' the starns,
That proudly cock your cresting cairns!
Ye cliffs, the haunts of sailing earns,
Where Echo slumbers!
Come join, ye Nature's sturdiest bairns,
My wailing numbers!
Mourn, ilka grove the cushat kens!
Ye haz'ly shaws and briery dens!
Ye burnies, wimplin' down your glens,
Wi' toddlin din,
Or foaming, strang, wi' hasty stens,
Frae lin to lin.
Mourn, little harebells o'er the lea;
Ye stately foxgloves, fair to see;
Ye woodbines hanging bonilie,
In scented bow'rs;
Ye roses on your thorny tree,
The first o' flow'rs.
At dawn, when ev'ry grassy blade
Droops with a diamond at his head,
At ev'n, when beans their fragrance shed,
I' th' rustling gale,
Ye maukins, whiddin thro' the glade,
Come join my wail.
Mourn, ye wee songsters o' the wood;
Ye grouse that crap the heather bud;
Ye curlews, calling thro' a clud;
Ye whistling plover;
And mourn, we whirring paitrick brood;
He's gane for ever!
Mourn, sooty coots, and speckled teals;
Ye fisher herons, watching eels;
Ye duck and drake, wi' airy wheels
Circling the lake;
Ye bitterns, till the quagmire reels,
Rair for his sake.
Mourn, clam'ring craiks at close o' day,
'Mang fields o' flow'ring clover gay;
And when ye wing your annual way
Frae our claud shore,
Tell thae far warlds wha lies in clay,
Wham we deplore.
Ye houlets, frae your ivy bow'r
In some auld tree, or eldritch tow'r,
What time the moon, wi' silent glow'r,
Sets up her horn,
Wail thro' the dreary midnight hour,
Till waukrife morn!
O rivers, forests, hills, and plains!
Oft have ye heard my canty strains;
But now, what else for me remains
But tales of woe;
And frae my een the drapping rains
Maun ever flow.
Mourn, Spring, thou darling of the year!
Ilk cowslip cup shall kep a tear:
Thou, Simmer, while each corny spear
Shoots up its head,
Thy gay, green, flow'ry tresses shear,
For him that's dead!
Thou, Autumn, wi' thy yellow hair,
In grief thy sallow mantle tear!
Thou, Winter, hurling thro' the air
The roaring blast,
Wide o'er the naked world declare
The worth we've lost!
Mourn him, thou Sun, great source of light!
Mourn, Empress of the silent night!
And you, ye twinkling starnies bright,
My Matthew mourn!
For through your orbs he's ta'en his flight,
Ne'er to return.
O Henderson! the man! the brother!
And art thou gone, and gone for ever!
And hast thou crost that unknown river,
Life's dreary bound!
Like thee, where shall I find another,
The world around!
Go to your sculptur'd tombs, ye Great,
In a' the tinsel trash o' state!
But by thy honest turf I'll wait,
Thou man of worth!
And weep the ae best fellow's fate
E'er lay in earth.
The Epitaph
Stop, passenger! my story's brief,
And truth I shall relate, man;
I tell nae common tale o' grief,
For Matthew was a great man.
If thou uncommon merit hast,
Yet spurn'd at Fortune's door, man;
A look of pity hither cast,
For Matthew was a poor man.
If thou a noble sodger art,
That passest by this grave, man;
There moulders here a gallant heart,
For Matthew was a brave man.
If thou on men, their works and ways,
Canst throw uncommon light, man;
Here lies wha weel had won thy praise,
For Matthew was a bright man.
If thou, at Friendship's sacred ca',
Wad life itself resign, man:
Thy sympathetic tear maun fa',
For Matthew was a kind man.
If thou art staunch, without a stain,
Like the unchanging blue, man;
This was a kinsman o' thy ain,
For Matthew was a true man.
If thou hast wit, and fun, and fire,
And ne'er guid wine did fear, man;
This was thy billie, dam, and sire,
For Matthew was a queer man.
If ony whiggish, whingin' sot,
To blame poor Matthew dare, man;
May dool and sorrow be his lot,
For Matthew was a rare man.
But now, his radiant course is run,
For Matthew's was a bright one!
His soul was like the glorious sun,
A matchless, Heavenly light, man.
Verses On Captain Grose
Written on an Envelope, enclosing a Letter to Him.
Ken ye aught o' Captain Grose?-Igo, and ago,
If he's amang his friends or foes?-Iram, coram, dago.
Is he to Abra'm's bosom gane?-Igo, and ago,
Or haudin Sarah by the wame?-Iram, coram dago.
Is he south or is he north?-Igo, and ago,
Or drowned in the river Forth?-Iram, coram dago.
Is he slain by Hielan' bodies?-Igo, and ago,
And eaten like a wether haggis?-Iram, coram, dago.
Where'er he be, the Lord be near him!-Igo, and ago,
As for the deil, he daur na steer him.-Iram, coram, dago.
But please transmit th' enclosed letter,-Igo, and ago,
Which will oblige your humble debtor.-Iram, coram, dago.
So may ye hae auld stanes in store,-Igo, and ago,
The very stanes that Adam bore.-Iram, coram, dago,
So may ye get in glad possession,-Igo, and ago,
The coins o' Satan's coronation!-Iram coram dago.
Tam O' Shanter
A Tale.
"Of Brownyis and of Bogillis full is this Buke."
Gawin Douglas.
When chapman billies leave the street,
And drouthy neibors, neibors, meet;
As market days are wearing late,
And folk begin to tak the gate,
While we sit bousing at the nappy,
An' getting fou and unco happy,
We think na on the lang Scots miles,
The mosses, waters, slaps and stiles,
That lie between us and our hame,
Where sits our sulky, sullen dame,
Gathering her brows like gathering storm,
Nursing her wrath to keep it warm.
This truth fand honest Tam o' Shanter,
As he frae Ayr ae night did canter:
(Auld Ayr, wham ne'er a town surpasses,
For honest men and bonie lasses).
O Tam! had'st thou but been sae wise,
As taen thy ain wife Kate's advice!
She tauld thee weel thou was a skellum,
A blethering, blustering, drunken blellum;
That frae November till October,
Ae market-day thou was na sober;
That ilka melder wi' the Miller,
Thou sat as lang as thou had siller;
That ev'ry naig was ca'd a shoe on
The Smith and thee gat roarin' fou on;
That at the Lord's house, ev'n on Sunday,
Thou drank wi' Kirkton Jean till Monday,
She prophesied that late or soon,
Thou wad be found, deep drown'd in Doon,
Or catch'd wi' warlocks in the mirk,
By Alloway's auld, haunted kirk.
Ah, gentle dames! it gars me greet,
To think how mony counsels sweet,
How mony lengthen'd, sage advices,
The husband frae the wife despises!
But to our tale: Ae market night,
Tam had got planted unco right,
Fast by an ingle, bleezing finely,
Wi reaming sAats, that drank divinely;
And at his elbow, Souter Johnie,
His ancient, trusty, drougthy crony:
Tam lo'ed him like a very brither;
They had been fou for weeks thegither.
The night drave on wi' sangs an' clatter;
And aye the ale was growing better:
The Landlady and Tam grew gracious,
Wi' favours secret, sweet, and precious:
The Souter tauld his queerest stories;
The Landlord's laugh was ready chorus:
The storm without might rair and rustle,
Tam did na mind the storm a whistle.
Care, mad to see a man sae happy,
E'en drown'd himsel amang the nappy.
As bees flee hame wi' lades o' treasure,
The minutes wing'd their way wi' pleasure:
Kings may be blest, but Tam was glorious,
O'er a' the ills o' life victorious!
But pleasures are like poppies spread,
You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed;
Or like the snow falls in the river,
A moment white-then melts for ever;
Or like the Borealis race,
That flit ere you can point their place;
Or like the Rainbow's lovely form
Evanishing amid the storm. -
Nae man can tether Time nor 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;
And sic a night he taks the road in,
As ne'er poor sinner was abroad in.
The wind blew as 'twad blawn its last;
The rattling showers rose on the blast;
The speedy gleams the darkness swallow'd;
Loud, deep, and lang, the thunder bellow'd:
That night, a child might understand,
The deil had business on his hand.
Weel-mounted on his grey mare, Meg,
A better never lifted leg,
Tam skelpit on thro' dub and mire,
Despising wind, and rain, and fire;
Whiles holding fast his gude blue bonnet,
Whiles crooning o'er some auld Scots sonnet,
Whiles glow'rin round wi' prudent cares,
Lest bogles catch him unawares;
Kirk-Alloway was drawing nigh,
Where ghaists and houlets nightly cry.
By this time he was cross the ford,
Where in the snaw the chapman smoor'd;
And past the birks and meikle stane,
Where drunken Charlie brak's neck-bane;
And thro' the whins, and by the cairn,
Where hunters fand the murder'd bairn;
And near the thorn, aboon the well,
Where Mungo's mither hang'd hersel'.
Before him Doon pours all his floods,
The doubling storm roars thro' the woods,
The lightnings flash from pole to pole,
Near and more near the thunders roll,
When, glimmering thro' the groaning trees,
Kirk-Alloway seem'd in a bleeze,
Thro' ilka bore the beams were glancing,
And loud resounded mirth and dancing.
Inspiring bold John Barleycorn!
What dangers thou canst make us scorn!
Wi' tippenny, we fear nae evil;
Wi' usquabae, we'll face the devil!
The swats sae ream'd in Tammie's noddle,
Fair play, he car'd na deils a boddle,
But Maggie stood, right sair astonish'd,
Till, by the heel and hand admonish'd,
She ventur'd forward on the light;
And, wow! Tam saw an unco sight!
Warlocks and witches in a dance:
Nae cotillon, brent new frae France,
But hornpipes, jigs, strathspeys, and reels,
Put life and mettle in their heels.
A winnock-bunker in the east,
There sat auld Nick, in shape o' beast;
A towzie tyke, black, grim, and large,
To gie them music was his charge:
He screw'd the pipes and gart them skirl,
Till roof and rafters a' did dirl. -
Coffins stood round, like open presses,
That shaw'd the Dead in their last dresses;
And (by some devilish cantraip sleight)
Each in its cauld hand held a light.
By which heroic Tam was able
To note upon the haly table,
A murderer's banes, in gibbet-airns;
Twa span-lang, wee, unchristened bairns;
A thief, new-cutted frae a rape,
Wi' his last gasp his gabudid gape;
Five tomahawks, wi' blude red-rusted:
Five scimitars, wi' murder crusted;
A garter which a babe had strangled:
A knife, a father's throat had mangled.
Whom his ain son of life bereft,
The grey-hairs yet stack to the heft;
Wi' mair of horrible and awfu',
Which even to name wad be unlawfu'.
As Tammie glowr'd, amaz'd, and curious,
The mirth and fun grew fast and furious;
The Piper loud and louder blew,
The dancers quick and quicker flew,
The reel'd, they set, they cross'd, they cleekit,
Till ilka carlin swat and reekit,
And coost her duddies to the wark,
And linkit at it in her sark!
Now Tam, O Tam! had they been queans,
A' plump and strapping in their teens!
Their sarks, instead o' creeshie flainen,
Been snaw-white seventeen hunder linen!-
Thir breeks o' mine, my only pair,
That ance were plush o' guid blue hair,
I wad hae gien them off my hurdies,
For ae blink o' the bonie burdies!
But wither'd beldams, auld and droll,
Rigwoodie hags wad spean a foal,
Louping an' flinging on a crummock.
I wonder did na turn thy stomach.
But Tam kent what was what fu' brawlie:
There was ae winsome wench and waulie
That night enlisted in the core,
Lang after ken'd on Carrick shore;
(For mony a beast to dead she shot,
And perish'd mony a bonie boat,
And shook baith meikle corn and bear,
And kept the country-side in fear);
Her cutty sark, o' Paisley harn,
That while a lassie she had worn,
In longitude tho' sorely scanty,
It was her best, and she was vauntie.
Ah! little ken'd thy reverend grannie,
That sark she coft for her wee Nannie,
Wi twa pund Scots ('twas a' her riches),
Wad ever grac'd a dance of witches!
But here my Muse her wing maun cour,
Sic flights are far beyond her power;
To sing how Nannie lap and flang,
(A souple jade she was and strang),
And how Tam stood, like ane bewithc'd,
And thought his very een enrich'd:
Even Satan glowr'd, and fidg'd fu' fain,
And hotch'd and blew wi' might and main:
Till first ae caper, syne anither,
Tam tint his reason a thegither,
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;
As open pussie's mortal foes,
When, pop! she starts before their nose;
As eager runs the market-crowd,
When "Catch the thief!" resounds aloud;
So Maggie runs, the witches follow,
Wi' mony an eldritch skreich and hollow.
Ah, Tam! Ah, Tam! thou'll get thy fairin!
In hell, they'll roast thee like a herrin!
In vain thy Kate awaits thy comin!
Kate soon will be a woefu' woman!
Now, do thy speedy-utmost, Meg,
And win the key-stone o' the brig;^1
There, at them thou thy tail may toss,
A running stream they dare na cross.
But ere the keystane she could make,
The fient a tail she had to shake!
For Nannie, far before the rest,
Hard upon noble Maggie prest,
And flew at Tam wi' furious ettle;
But little wist she Maggie's mettle!
Ae spring brought off her master hale,
But left behind her ain grey tail:
The carlin claught her by the rump,
And left poor Maggie scarce a stump.
Now, wha this tale o' truth shall read,
Ilk man and mother's son, take heed:
Whene'er to Drink you are inclin'd,
Or Cutty-sarks rin in your mind,
Think ye may buy the joys o'er dear;
Remember Tam o' Shanter's mare.
On The Birth Of A Posthumous Child
Born in peculiar circumstances of family distress.
Sweet flow'ret, pledge o' meikle love,
And ward o' mony a prayer,
What heart o' stane wad thou na move,
Sae helpless, sweet, and fair?
November hirples o'er the lea,
Chil, on thy lovely form:
And gane, alas! the shelt'ring tree,
Should shield thee frae the storm.
[Footnote 1: It is a well-known fact that witches, or any evil spirits, have
no power to follow a poor wight any further than the middle of the next
running stream. It may be proper likewise to mention to the benighted
traveller, that when he falls in with bogles, whatever danger may be in his
going forward, there is much more hazard in turning back.-R. B.]
May He who gives the rain to pour,
And wings the blast to blaw,
Protect thee frae the driving show'r,
The bitter frost and snaw.
May He, the friend o' Woe and Want,
Who heals life's various stounds,
Protect and guard the mother plant,
And heal her cruel wounds.
But late she flourish'd, rooted fast,
Fair in the summer morn,
Now feebly bends she in the blast,
Unshelter'd and forlorn.
Blest be thy bloom, thou lovely gem,
Unscath'd by ruffian hand!
And from thee many a parent stem
Arise to deck our land!
Elegy On The Late Miss Burnet Of Monboddo
Life ne'er exulted in so rich a prize,
As Burnet, lovely from her native skies;
Nor envious death so triumph'd in a blow,
As that which laid th' accomplish'd Burnet low.
Thy form and mind, sweet maid, can I forget?
In richest ore the brightest jewel set!
In thee, high Heaven above was truest shown,
As by His noblest work the Godhead best is known.
In vain ye flaunt in summer's pride, ye groves;
Thou crystal streamlet with thy flowery shore,
Ye woodland choir that chaunt your idle loves,
Ye cease to charm; Eliza is no more.
Ye healthy wastes, immix'd with reedy fens;
Ye mossy streams, with sedge and rushes stor'd:
Ye rugged cliffs, o'erhanging dreary glens,
To you I fly-ye with my soul accord.
Princes, whose cumb'rous pride was all their worth,
Shall venal lays their pompous exit hail,
And thou, sweet Excellence! forsake our earth,
And not a Muse with honest grief bewail?
We saw thee shine in youth and beauty's pride,
And Virtue's light, that beams beyond the spheres;
But, like the sun eclips'd at morning tide,
Thou left us darkling in a world of tears.
The parent's heart that nestled fond in thee,
That heart how sunk, a prey to grief and care;
So deckt the woodbine sweet yon aged tree;
So, from it ravish'd, leaves it bleak and bare.
Lament Of Mary, Queen Of Scots, On The Approach Of Spring
Now Nature hangs her mantle green
On every blooming tree,
And spreads her sheets o' daisies white
Out o'er the grassy lea;
Now Phoebus cheers the crystal streams,
And glads the azure skies;
But nought can glad the weary wight
That fast in durance lies.
Now laverocks wake the merry morn
Aloft on dewy wing;
The merle, in his noontide bow'r,
Makes woodland echoes ring;
The mavis wild wi' mony a note,
Sings drowsy day to rest:
In love and freedom they rejoice,
Wi' care nor thrall opprest.
Now blooms the lily by the bank,
The primrose down the brae;
The hawthorn's budding in the glen,
And milk-white is the slae:
The meanest hind in fair Scotland
May rove their sweets amang;
But I, the Queen of a' Scotland,
Maun lie in prison strang.
I was the Queen o' bonie France,
Where happy I hae been;
Fu' lightly raise I in the morn,
As blythe lay down at e'en:
And I'm the sov'reign of Scotland,
And mony a traitor there;
Yet here I lie in foreign bands,
And never-ending care.
But as for thee, thou false woman,
My sister and my fae,
Grim Vengeance yet shall whet a sword
That thro' thy soul shall gae;
The weeping blood in woman's breast
Was never known to thee;
Nor th' balm that draps on wounds of woe
Frae woman's pitying e'e.
My son! my son! may kinder stars
Upon thy fortune shine;
And may those pleasures gild thy reign,
That ne'er wad blink on mine!
God keep thee frae thy mother's faes,
Or turn their hearts to thee:
And where thou meet'st thy mother's friend,
Remember him for me!
O! soon, to me, may Summer suns
Nae mair light up the morn!
Nae mair to me the Autumn winds
Wave o'er the yellow corn?
And, in the narrow house of death,
Let Winter round me rave;
And the next flow'rs that deck the Spring,
Bloom on my peaceful grave!
There'll Never Be Peace Till Jamie Comes Hame
By yon Castle wa', at the close of the day,
I heard a man sing, tho' his head it was grey:
And as he was singing, the tears doon came, -
There'll never be peace till Jamie comes hame.
The Church is in ruins, the State is in jars,
Delusions, oppressions, and murderous wars,
We dare na weel say't, but we ken wha's to blame, -
There'll never be peace till Jamie comes hame.
My seven braw sons for Jamie drew sword,
But now I greet round their green beds in the yerd;
It brak the sweet heart o' my faithful and dame, -
There'll never be peace till Jamie comes hame.
Now life is a burden that bows me down,
Sin' I tint my bairns, and he tint his crown;
But till my last moments my words are the same, -
There'll never be peace till Jamie comes hame.
Song -Out Over The Forth
Out over the Forth, I look to the North;
But what is the north and its Highlands to me?
The south nor the east gie ease to my breast,
The far foreign land, or the wide rolling sea.
But I look to the west when I gae to rest,
That happy my dreams and my slumbers may be;
For far in the west lives he I loe best,
The man that is dear to my babie and me.
The Banks O' Doon
First Version
Sweet are the banks-the banks o' Doon,
The spreading flowers are fair,
And everything is blythe and glad,
But I am fu' o' care.
Thou'll break my heart, thou bonie bird,
That sings upon the bough;
Thou minds me o' the happy days
When my fause Luve was true:
Thou'll break my heart, thou bonie bird,
That sings beside thy mate;
For sae I sat, and sae I sang,
And wist na o' my fate.
Aft hae I rov'd by bonie Doon,
To see the woodbine twine;
And ilka birds sang o' its Luve,
And sae did I o' mine:
Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose,
Upon its thorny tree;
But my fause Luver staw my rose
And left the thorn wi' me:
Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose,
Upon a morn in June;
And sae I flourished on the morn,
And sae was pu'd or noon!
The Banks O' Doon
Second Version
Ye flowery banks o' bonie Doon,
How can ye blume sae fair?
How can ye chant, ye little birds,
And I sae fu' o care!
Thou'll break my heart, thou bonie bird,
That sings upon the bough!
Thou minds me o' the happy days
When my fause Luve was true.
Thou'll break my heart, thou bonie bird,
That sings beside thy mate;
For sae I sat, and sae I sang,
And wist na o' my fate.
Aft hae I rov'd by bonie Doon,
To see the woodbine twine;
And ilka bird sang o' its Luve,
And sae did I o' mine.
Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose,
Upon its thorny tree;
But my fause Luver staw my rose,
And left the thorn wi' me.
Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose,
Upon a morn in June;
And sae I flourished on the morn,
And sae was pu'd or noon.
The Banks O' Doon
Third Version
Ye banks and braes o' bonie Doon,
How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair?
How can ye chant, ye little birds,
And I sae weary fu' o' care!
Thou'll break my heart, thou warbling bird,
That wantons thro' the flowering thorn:
Thou minds me o' departed joys,
Departed never to return.
Aft hae I rov'd by Bonie Doon,
To see the rose and woodbine twine:
And ilka bird sang o' its Luve,
And fondly sae did I o' mine;
Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose,
Fu' sweet upon its thorny tree!
And may fause Luver staw my rose,
But ah! he left the thorn wi' me.
Lament For James, Earl Of Glencairn
The wind blew hollow frae the hills,
By fits the sun's departing beam
Look'd on the fading yellow woods,
That wav'd o'er Lugar's winding stream:
Beneath a craigy steep, a Bard,
Laden with years and meikle pain,
In loud lament bewail'd his lord,
Whom Death had all untimely ta'en.
He lean'd him to an ancient aik,
Whose trunk was mould'ring down with years;
His locks were bleached white with time,
His hoary cheek was wet wi' tears!
And as he touch'd his trembling harp,
And as he tun'd his doleful sang,
The winds, lamenting thro' their caves,
To Echo bore the notes alang.
"Ye scatter'd birds that faintly sing,
The reliques o' the vernal queir!
Ye woods that shed on a' the winds
The honours of the aged year!
A few short months, and glad and gay,
Again ye'll charm the ear and e'e;
But nocht in all-revolving time
Can gladness bring again to me.
"I am a bending aged tree,
That long has stood the wind and rain;
But now has come a cruel blast,
And my last hald of earth is gane;
Nae leaf o' mine shall greet the spring,
Nae simmer sun exalt my bloom;
But I maun lie before the storm,
And ithers plant them in my room.
"I've seen sae mony changefu' years,
On earth I am a stranger grown:
I wander in the ways of men,
Alike unknowing, and unknown:
Unheard, unpitied, unreliev'd,
I bear alane my lade o' care,
For silent, low, on beds of dust,
Lie a'
hat would my sorrows share.
"And last, (the sum of a' my griefs!)
My noble master lies in clay;
The flow'r amang our barons bold,
His country's pride, his country's stay:
In weary being now I pine,
For a' the life of life is dead,
And hope has left may aged ken,
On forward wing for ever fled.
"Awake thy last sad voice, my harp!
The voice of woe and wild despair!
Awake, resound thy latest lay,
Then sleep in silence evermair!
And thou, my last, best, only, friend,
That fillest an untimely tomb,
Accept this tribute from the Bard
Thou brought from Fortune's mirkest gloom.
"In Poverty's low barren vale,
Thick mists obscure involv'd me round;
Though oft I turn'd the wistful eye,
Nae ray of fame was to be found:
Thou found'st me, like the morning sun
That melts the fogs in limpid air,
The friendless bard and rustic song
Became alike thy fostering care.
"O! why has worth so short a date,
While villains ripen grey with time?
Must thou, the noble, gen'rous, great,
Fall in bold manhood's hardy prim
Why did I live to see that day-
A day to me so full of woe?
O! had I met the mortal shaft
That laid my benefactor low!
"The bridegroom may forget the bride
Was made his wedded wife yestreen;
The monarch may forget the crown
That on his head an hour has been;
The mother may forget the child
That smiles sae sweetly on her knee;
But I'll remember thee, Glencairn,
And a' that thou hast done for me!"
Lines Sent To Sir John Whiteford, Bart
With The Lament On The Death Of the Earl Of Glencairn
Thou, who thy honour as thy God rever'st,
Who, save thy mind's reproach, nought earthly fear'st,
To thee this votive offering I impart,
The tearful tribute of a broken heart.
The Friend thou valued'st, I, the Patron lov'd;
His worth, his honour, all the world approved:
We'll mourn till we too go as he has gone,
And tread the shadowy path to that dark world unknown.
Craigieburn Wood
Sweet closes the ev'ning on Craigieburn Wood,
And blythely awaukens the morrow;
But the pride o' the spring in the Craigieburn Wood
Can yield to me nothing but sorrow.
Chorus.-Beyond thee, dearie, beyond thee, dearie,
And O to be lying beyond thee!
O sweetly, soundly, weel may he sleep
That's laid in the bed beyond thee!
I see the spreading leaves and flowers,
I hear the wild birds singing;
But pleasure they hae nane for me,
While care my heart is wringing.
Beyond thee, &c.
I can na tell, I maun na tell,
I daur na for your anger;
But secret love will break my heart,
If I conceal it langer.
Beyond thee, &c.
I see thee gracefu', straight and tall,
I see thee sweet and bonie;
But oh, what will my torment be,
If thou refuse thy Johnie!
Beyond thee, &c.
To see thee in another's arms,
In love to lie and languish,
'Twad be my dead, that will be seen,
My heart wad burst wi' anguish.
Beyond thee, &c.
But Jeanie, say thou wilt be mine,
Say thou lo'es nane before me;
And a' may days o' life to come
I'l gratefully adore thee,
Beyond thee, &c.
The Bonie Wee Thing
Chorus.-Bonie wee thing, cannie wee thing,
Lovely wee thing, wert thou mine,
I wad wear thee in my bosom,
Lest my jewel it should tine.
Wishfully I look and languish
In that bonie face o' thine,
And my heart it stounds wi' anguish,
Lest my wee thing be na mine.
Bonie wee thing, &c.
Wit, and Grace, and Love, and Beauty,
In ae constellation shine;
To adore thee is my duty,
Goddess o' this soul o' mine!
Bonie wee thing, &c.
Epigram On Miss Davies
On being asked why she had been formed so little, and Mrs. A-so big.
Ask why God made the gem so small?
And why so huge the granite?-
Because God meant mankind should set
That higher value on it.
The Charms Of Lovely Davies
tune-"Miss Muir."
O how shall I, unskilfu', try
The poet's occupation?
The tunefu' powers, in happy hours,
That whisper inspiration;
Even they maun dare an effort mair
Than aught they ever gave us,
Ere they rehearse, in equal verse,
The charms o' lovely Davies.
Each eye it cheers when she appears,
Like Phoebus in the morning,
When past the shower, and every flower
The garden is adorning:
As the wretch looks o'er Siberia's shore,
When winter-bound the wave is;
Sae droops our heart, when we maun part
Frae charming, lovely Davies.
Her smile's a gift frae 'boon the lift,
That maks us mair than princes;
A sceptred hand, a king's command,
Is in her darting glances;
The man in arms 'gainst female charms
Even he her willing slave is,
He hugs his chain, and owns the reign
Of conquering, lovely Davies.
My Muse, to dream of such a theme,
Her feeble powers surrender:
The eagle's gaze alone surveys
The sun's meridian splendour.
I wad in vain essay the strain,
The deed too daring brave is;
I'll drap the lyre, and mute admire
The charms o' lovely Davies.
What Can A Young Lassie Do Wi' An Auld Man
What can a young lassie, what shall a young lassie,
What can a young lassie do wi' an auld man?
Bad luck on the penny that tempted my minnie
To sell her puir Jenny for siller an' lan'.
Bad luck on the penny that tempted my minnie
To sell her puir Jenny for siller an' lan'!
He's always compleenin' frae mornin' to e'enin',
He hoasts and he hirples the weary day lang;
He's doylt and he's dozin, his blude it is frozen, -
O, dreary's the night wi' a crazy auld man!
He's doylt and he's dozin, his blude it is frozen,
O, dreary's the night wi' a crazy auld man.
He hums and he hankers, he frets and he cankers,
I never can please him do a' that I can;
He's peevish an' jealous o' a' the young fellows, -
O, dool on the day I met wi' an auld man!
He's peevish an' jealous o' a' the young fellows,
O, dool on the day I met wi' an auld man.
My auld auntie Katie upon me taks pity,
I'll do my endeavour to follow her plan;
I'll cross him an' wrack him, until I heartbreak him
And then his auld brass will buy me a new pan,
I'll cross him an' wrack him, until I heartbreak him,
And then his auld brass will buy me a new pan.
The Posie
O luve will venture in where it daur na weel be seen,
O luve will venture in where wisdom ance has been;
But I will doun yon river rove, amang the wood sae green,
And a' to pu' a Posie to my ain dear May.
The primrose I will pu', the firstling o' the year,
And I will pu' the pink, the emblem o' my dear;
For she's the pink o' womankind, and blooms without a peer,
And a' to be a Posie to my ain dear May.
I'll pu' the budding rose, when Phoebus peeps in view,
For it's like a baumy kiss o' her sweet, bonie mou;
The hyacinth's for constancy wi' its unchanging blue,
And a' to be a Posie to my ain dear May.
The lily it is pure, and the lily it is fair,
And in her lovely bosom I'll place the lily there;
The daisy's for simplicity and unaffected air,
And a' to be a Posie to my ain dear May.
The hawthorn I will pu', wi' its locks o' siller gray,
Where, like an aged man, it stands at break o' day;
But the songster's nest within the bush I winna tak away
And a' to be a Posie to my ain dear May.
The woodbine I will pu', when the e'ening star is near,
And the diamond draps o' dew shall be her een sae clear;
The violet's for modesty, which weel she fa's to wear,
And a' to be a Posie to my ain dear May.
I'll tie the Posie round wi' the silken band o' luve,
And I'll place it in her breast, and I'll swear by a' above,
That to my latest draught o' life the band shall ne'er remove,
And this will be a Posie to my ain dear May.
On Glenriddell's Fox Breaking His Chain
A Fragment, 1791.
Thou, Liberty, thou art my theme;
Not such as idle poets dream,
Who trick thee up a heathen goddess
That a fantastic cap and rod has;
Such stale conceits are poor and silly;
I paint thee out, a Highland filly,
A sturdy, stubborn, handsome dapple,
As sleek's a mouse, as round's an apple,
That when thou pleasest canst do wonders;
But when thy luckless rider blunders,
Or if thy fancy should demur there,
Wilt break thy neck ere thou go further.
These things premised, I sing a Fox,
Was caught among his native rocks,
And to a dirty kennel chained,
How he his liberty regained.
Glenriddell! Whig without a stain,
A Whig in principle and grain,
Could'st thou enslave a free-born creature,
A native denizen of Nature?
How could'st thou, with a heart so good,
(A better ne'er was sluiced with blood!)
Nail a poor devil to a tree,
That ne'er did harm to thine or thee?
The staunchest Whig Glenriddell was,
Quite frantic in his country's cause;
And oft was Reynard's prison passing,
And with his brother-Whigs canvassing
The Rights of Men, the Powers of Women,
With all the dignity of Freemen.
Sir Reynard daily heard debates
Of Princes', Kings', and Nations' fates,
With many rueful, bloody stories
Of Tyrants, Jacobites, and Tories:
From liberty how angels fell,
That now are galley-slaves in hell;
How Nimrod first the trade began
Of binding Slavery's chains on Man;
How fell Semiramis-God damn her!
Did first, with sacrilegious hammer,
(All ills till then were trivial matters)
For Man dethron'd forge hen-peck fetters;
How Xerxes, that abandoned Tory,
Thought cutting throats was reaping glory,
Until the stubborn Whigs of Sparta
Taught him great Nature's Magna Charta;
How mighty Rome her fiat hurl'd
Resistless o'er a bowing world,
And, kinder than they did desire,
Polish'd mankind with sword and fire;
With much, too tedious to relate,
Of ancient and of modern date,
But ending still, how Billy Pitt
(Unlucky boy!) with wicked wit,
Has gagg'd old Britain, drain'd her coffer,
As butchers bind and bleed a heifer,
Thus wily Reynard by degrees,
In kennel listening at his ease,
Suck'd in a mighty stock of knowledge,
As much as some folks at a College;
Knew Britain's rights and constitution,
Her aggrandisement, diminution,
How fortune wrought us good from evil;
Let no man, then, despise the Devil,
As who should say, 'I never can need him,'
Since we to scoundrels owe our freedom.
Poem On Pastoral Poetry
Hail, Poesie! thou Nymph reserv'd!
In chase o' thee, what crowds hae swerv'd
Frae common sense, or sunk enerv'd
'Mang heaps o' clavers:
And och! o'er aft thy joes hae starv'd,
'Mid a' thy favours!
Say, Lassie, why, thy train amang,
While loud the trump's heroic clang,
And sock or buskin skelp alang
To death or marriage;
Scarce ane has tried the shepherd-sang
But wi' miscarriage?
In Homer's craft Jock Milton thrives;
Eschylus' pen Will Shakespeare drives;
Wee Pope, the knurlin', till him rives
Horatian fame;
In thy sweet sang, Barbauld, survives
Even Sappho's flame.
But thee, Theocritus, wha matches?
They're no herd's ballats, Maro's catches;
Squire Pope but busks his skinklin' patches
O' heathen tatters:
I pass by hunders, nameless wretches,
That ape their betters.
In this braw age o' wit and lear,
Will nane the Shepherd's whistle mair
Blaw sweetly in its native air,
And rural grace;
And, wi' the far-fam'd Grecian, share
A rival place?
Yes! there is ane-a Scottish callan!
There's ane; come forrit, honest Allan!
Thou need na jouk behint the hallan,
A chiel sae clever;
The teeth o' time may gnaw Tantallan,
But thou's for ever.
Thou paints auld Nature to the nines,
In thy sweet Caledonian lines;
Nae gowden stream thro' myrtle twines,
Where Philomel,
While nightly breezes sweep the vines,
Her griefs will tell!
In gowany glens thy burnie strays,
Where bonie lasses bleach their claes,
Or trots by hazelly shaws and braes,
Wi' hawthorns gray,
Where blackbirds join the shepherd's lays,
At close o' day.
Thy rural loves are Nature's sel';
Nae bombast spates o' nonsense swell;
Nae snap conceits, but that sweet spell
O' witchin love,
That charm that can the strongest quell,
The sternest move.
Verses On The Destruction Of The Woods Near Drumlanrig
As on the banks o' wandering Nith,
Ae smiling simmer morn I stray'd,
And traced its bonie howes and haughs,
Where linties sang and lammies play'd,
I sat me down upon a craig,
And drank my fill o' fancy's dream,
When from the eddying deep below,
Up rose the genius of the stream.
Dark, like the frowning rock, his brow,
And troubled, like his wintry wave,
And deep, as sughs the boding wind
Amang his caves, the sigh he gave-
"And come ye here, my son," he cried,
"To wander in my birken shade?
To muse some favourite Scottish theme,
Or sing some favourite Scottish maid?
"There was a time, it's nae lang syne,
Ye might hae seen me in my pride,
When a' my banks sae bravely saw
Their woody pictures in my tide;
When hanging beech and spreading elm
Shaded my stream sae clear and cool:
And stately oaks their twisted arms
Threw broad and dark across the pool;
"When, glinting thro' the trees, appear'd
The wee white cot aboon the mill,
And peacefu' rose its ingle reek,
That, slowly curling, clamb the hill.
But now the cot is bare and cauld,
Its leafy bield for ever gane,
And scarce a stinted birk is left
To shiver in the blast its lane."
"Alas!" quoth I, "what ruefu' chance
Has twin'd ye o' your stately trees?
Has laid your rocky bosom bare-
Has stripped the cleeding o' your braes?
Was it the bitter eastern blast,
That scatters blight in early spring?
Or was't the wil'fire scorch'd their boughs,
Or canker-worm wi' secret sting?"
"Nae eastlin blast," the sprite replied;
"It blaws na here sae fierce and fell,
And on my dry and halesome banks
Nae canker-worms get leave to dwell:
Man! cruel man!" the genius sighed-
As through the cliffs he sank him down-
"The worm that gnaw'd my bonie trees,
That reptile wears a ducal crown."^1
The Gallant Weaver
Where Cart rins rowin' to the sea,
By mony a flower and spreading tree,
There lives a lad, the lad for me,
He is a gallant Weaver.
O, I had wooers aught or nine,
They gied me rings and ribbons fine;
And I was fear'd my heart wad tine,
And I gied it to the Weaver.
My daddie sign'd my tocher-band,
To gie the lad that has the land,
But to my heart I'll add my hand,
And give it to the Weaver.
While birds rejoice in leafy bowers,
While bees delight in opening flowers,
While corn grows green in summer showers,
I love my gallant Weaver.
[Footnote 1: The Duke of Queensberry.]
Epigram At Brownhill Inn^1
At Brownhill we always get dainty good cheer,
And plenty of bacon each day in the year;
We've a' thing that's nice, and mostly in season,
But why always Bacon-come, tell me a reason?
You're Welcome, Willie Stewart
Chorus.-You're welcome, Willie Stewart,
You're welcome, Willie Stewart,
There's ne'er a flower that blooms in May,
That's half sae welcome's thou art!
Come, bumpers high, express your joy,
The bowl we maun renew it,
The tappet hen, gae bring her ben,
To welcome Willie Stewart,
You're welcome, Willie Stewart, &c.
May foes be strang, and friends be slack
Ilk action, may he rue it,
May woman on him turn her back
That wrangs thee, Willie Stewart,
You're welcome, Willie Stewart, &c.
Lovely Polly Stewart
Chorus.-O lovely Polly Stewart,
O charming Polly Stewart,
There's ne'er a flower that blooms in May,
That's half so fair as thou art!
The flower it blaws, it fades, it fa's,
And art can ne'er renew it;
But worth and truth, eternal youth
Will gie to Polly Stewart,
O lovely Polly Stewart, &c.
[Footnote 1: Bacon was the name of a presumably intrusive host. The lines are
said to have "afforded much amusement."-Lang]
May he whase arms shall fauld thy charms
Possess a leal and true heart!
To him be given to ken the heaven
He grasps in Polly Stewart!
O lovely Polly Stewart, &c.
Fragment,-Damon And Sylvia
tune-"The Tither Morn."
Yon wandering rill that marks the hill,
And glances o'er the brae, Sir,
Slides by a bower, where mony a flower
Sheds fragrance on the day, Sir;
There Damon lay, with Sylvia gay,
To love they thought no crime, Sir,
The wild birds sang, the echoes rang,
While Damon's heart beat time, Sir.
Johnie Lad, Cock Up Your Beaver
When first my brave Johnie lad came to this town,
He had a blue bonnet that wanted the crown;
But now he has gotten a hat and a feather,
Hey, brave Johnie lad, cock up your beaver!
Cock up your beaver, and cock it fu' sprush,
We'll over the border, and gie them a brush;
There's somebody there we'll teach better behaviour,
Hey, brave Johnie lad, cock up your beaver!
My Eppie Macnab
O saw ye my dearie, my Eppie Macnab?
O saw ye my dearie, my Eppie Macnab?
She's down in the yard, she's kissin the laird,
She winna come hame to her ain Jock Rab.
O come thy ways to me, my Eppie Macnab;
O come thy ways to me, my Eppie Macnab;
Whate'er thou hast dune, be it late, be it sune,
Thou's welcome again to thy ain Jock Rab.
What says she, my dearie, my Eppie Macnab?
What says she, my dearie, my Eppie Macnab?
She let's thee to wit that she has thee forgot,
And for ever disowns thee, her ain Jock Rab.
O had I ne'er seen thee, my Eppie Macnab!
O had I ne'er seen thee, my Eppie Macnab!
As light as the air, and as fause as thou's fair,
Thou's broken the heart o' thy ain Jock Rab.
Altho' He Has Left Me
Altho' he has left me for greed o' the siller,
I dinna envy him the gains he can win;
I rather wad bear a' the lade o' my sorrow,
Than ever hae acted sae faithless to him.
My Tocher's The Jewel
O Meikle thinks my luve o' my beauty,
And meikle thinks my luve o' my kin;
But little thinks my luve I ken brawlie
My tocher's the jewel has charms for him.
It's a' for the apple he'll nourish the tree,
It's a' for the hinny he'll cherish the bee,
My laddie's sae meikle in luve wi' the siller,
He canna hae luve to spare for me.
Your proffer o' luve's an airle-penny,
My tocher's the bargain ye wad buy;
But an ye be crafty, I am cunnin',
Sae ye wi anither your fortune may try.
Ye're like to the timmer o' yon rotten wood,
Ye're like to the bark o' yon rotten tree,
Ye'll slip frae me like a knotless thread,
And ye'll crack your credit wi' mae nor me.
O For Ane An' Twenty, Tam
Chorus.-An' O for ane an' twenty, Tam!
And hey, sweet ane an' twenty, Tam!
I'll learn my kin a rattlin' sang,
An' I saw ane an' twenty, Tam.
They snool me sair, and haud me down,
An' gar me look like bluntie, Tam;
But three short years will soon wheel roun',
An' then comes ane an' twenty, Tam.
An' O for, &c.
A glieb o' lan', a claut o' gear,
Was left me by my auntie, Tam;
At kith or kin I need na spier,
An I saw ane an' twenty, Tam.
An' O for, &c.
They'll hae me wed a wealthy coof,
Tho' I mysel' hae plenty, Tam;
But, hear'st thou laddie! there's my loof,
I'm thine at ane an' twenty, Tam!
An' O for, &c.
Thou Fair Eliza
Turn again, thou fair Eliza!
Ae kind blink before we part;
Rue on thy despairing lover,
Can'st thou break his faithfu' heart?
Turn again, thou fair Eliza!
If to love thy heart denies,
Oh, in pity hide the sentence
Under friendship's kind disguise!
Thee, sweet maid, hae I offended?
My offence is loving thee;
Can'st thou wreck his peace for ever,
Wha for thine would gladly die?
While the life beats in my bosom,
Thou shalt mix in ilka throe:
Turn again, thou lovely maiden,
Ae sweet smile on me bestow.
Not the bee upon the blossom,
In the pride o' sinny noon;
Not the little sporting fairy,
All beneath the simmer moon;
Not the Minstrel in the moment
Fancy lightens in his e'e,
Kens the pleasure, feels the rapture,
That thy presence gies to me.
My Bonie Bell
The smiling Spring comes in rejoicing,
And surly Winter grimly flies;
Now crystal clear are the falling waters,
And bonie blue are the sunny skies.
Fresh o'er the mountains breaks forth the morning,
The ev'ning gilds the ocean's swell;
All creatures joy in the sun's returning,
And I rejoice in my bonie Bell.
The flowery Spring leads sunny Summer,
The yellow Autumn presses near;
Then in his turn comes gloomy Winter,
Till smiling Spring again appear:
Thus seasons dancing, life advancing,
Old Time and Nature their changes tell;
But never ranging, still unchanging,
I adore my bonie Bell.
Sweet Afton
Flow gently, sweet Afton! amang thy green braes,
Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise;
My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream,
Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.
Thou stockdove whose echo resounds thro' the glen,
Ye wild whistling blackbirds in yon thorny den,
Thou green-crested lapwing thy screaming forbear,
I charge you, disturb not my slumbering Fair.
How lofty, sweet Afton, thy neighbouring hills,
Far mark'd with the courses of clear, winding rills;
There daily I wander as noon rises high,
My flocks and my Mary's sweet cot in my eye.
How pleasant thy banks and green valleys below,
Where, wild in the woodlands, the primroses blow;
There oft, as mild Ev'ning weeps over the lea,
The sweet-scented birk shades my Mary and me.
Thy crystal stream, Afton, how lovely it glides,
And winds by the cot where my Mary resides;
How wanton thy waters her snowy feet lave,
As, gathering sweet flowerets, she stems thy clear wave.
Flow gently, sweet Afton, amang thy green braes,
Flow gently, sweet river, the theme of my lays;
My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream,
Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.
Address To The Shade Of Thomson
On Crowning His Bust at Ednam, Roxburghshire, with a Wreath of Bays.
While virgin Spring by Eden's flood,
Unfolds her tender mantle green,
Or pranks the sod in frolic mood,
Or tunes Eolian strains between.
While Summer, with a matron grace,
Retreats to Dryburgh's cooling shade,
Yet oft, delighted, stops to trace
The progress of the spiky blade.
While Autumn, benefactor kind,
By Tweed erects his aged head,
And sees, with self-approving mind,
Each creature on his bounty fed.
While maniac Winter rages o'er
The hills whence classic Yarrow flows,
Rousing the turbid torrent's roar,
Or sweeping, wild, a waste of snows.
So long, sweet Poet of the year!
Shall bloom that wreath thou well hast won;
While Scotia, with exulting tear,
Proclaims that Thomson was her son.
Nithsdale's Welcome Hame
The noble Maxwells and their powers
Are coming o'er the border,
And they'll gae big Terreagles' towers
And set them a' in order.
And they declare Terreagles fair,
For their abode they choose it;
There's no a heart in a' the land
But's lighter at the news o't.
Tho' stars in skies may disappear,
And angry tempests gather;
The happy hour may soon be near
That brings us pleasant weather:
The weary night o' care and grief
May hae a joyfu' morrow;
so dawning day has brought relief,
Fareweel our night o' sorrow.
Frae The Friends And Land I Love
Tune.-"Carron Side."
Frae the friends and land I love,
Driv'n by Fortune's felly spite;
Frae my best belov'd I rove,
Never mair to taste delight:
Never mair maun hope to find
Ease frae toil, relief frae care;
When Remembrance wracks the mind,
Pleasures but unveil despair.
Brightest climes shall mirk appear,
Desert ilka blooming shore,
Till the Fates, nae mair severe,
Friendship, love, and peace restore,
Till Revenge, wi' laurel'd head,
Bring our banished hame again;
And ilk loyal, bonie lad
Cross the seas, and win his ain.
Such A Parcel Of Rogues In A Nation
Fareweel to a' our Scottish fame,
Fareweel our ancient glory;
Fareweel ev'n to the Scottish name,
Sae fam'd in martial story.
Now Sark rins over Solway sands,
An' Tweed rins to the ocean,
To mark where England's province stands-
Such a parcel of rogues in a nation!
What force or guile could not subdue,
Thro' many warlike ages,
Is wrought now by a coward few,
For hireling traitor's wages.
The English stell we could disdain,
Secure in valour's station;
But English gold has been our bane-
Such a parcel of rogues in a nation!
O would, or I had seen the day
That Treason thus could sell us,
My auld grey head had lien in clay,
Wi' Bruce and loyal Wallace!
But pith and power, till my last hour,
I'll mak this declaration;
We're bought and sold for English gold-
Such a parcel of rogues in a nation!
Ye Jacobites By Name
Ye Jacobites by name, give an ear, give an ear,
Ye Jacobites by name, give an ear,
Ye Jacobites by name,
Your fautes I will proclaim,
Your doctrines I maun blame, you shall hear.
What is Right, and What is Wrang, by the law, by
the law?
What is Right and what is Wrang by the law?
What is Right, and what is Wrang?
A short sword, and a lang,
A weak arm and a strang, for to draw.
What makes heroic strife, famed afar, famed afar?
What makes heroic strife famed afar?
What makes heroic strife?
To whet th' assassin's knife,
Or hunt a Parent's life, wi' bluidy war?
Then let your schemes alone, in the state, in the state,
Then let your schemes alone in the state.
Then let your schemes alone,
Adore the rising sun,
And leave a man undone, to his fate.
I Hae Been At Crookieden
I Hae been at Crookieden,
My bonie laddie, Highland laddie,
Viewing Willie and his men,
My bonie laddie, Highland laddie.
There our foes that burnt and slew,
My bonie laddie, Highland laddie,
There, at last, they gat their due,
My bonie laddie, Highland laddie.
Satan sits in his black neuk,
My bonie laddie, Highland laddie,
Breaking sticks to roast the Duke,
My bonie laddie, Highland laddie,
The bloody monster gae a yell,
My bonie laddie, Highland laddie.
And loud the laugh gied round a' hell
My bonie laddie, Highland laddie.
O Kenmure's On And Awa, Willie
O Kenmure's on and awa, Willie,
O Kenmure's on and awa:
An' Kenmure's lord's the bravest lord
That ever Galloway saw.
Success to Kenmure's band, Willie!
Success to Kenmure's band!
There's no a heart that fears a Whig,
That rides by kenmure's hand.
Here's Kenmure's health in wine, Willie!
Here's Kenmure's health in wine!
There's ne'er a coward o' Kenmure's blude,
Nor yet o' Gordon's line.
O Kenmure's lads are men, Willie,
O Kenmure's lads are men;
Their hearts and swords are metal true,
And that their foes shall ken.
They'll live or die wi' fame, Willie;
They'll live or die wi' fame;
But sune, wi' sounding victorie,
May Kenmure's lord come hame!
Here's him that's far awa, Willie!
Here's him that's far awa!
And here's the flower that I loe best,
The rose that's like the snaw.
Epistle To John Maxwell, ESQ., Of Terraughty
On His Birthday.
Health to the Maxwell's veteran Chief!
Health, aye unsour'd by care or grief:
Inspir'd, I turn'd Fate's sibyl leaf,
This natal morn,
I see thy life is stuff o' prief,
Scarce quite half-worn.
This day thou metes threescore eleven,
And I can tell that bounteous Heaven
(The second-sight, ye ken, is given
To ilka Poet)
On thee a tack o' seven times seven
Will yet bestow it.
If envious buckies view wi' sorrow
Thy lengthen'd days on this blest morrow,
May Desolation's lang-teeth'd harrow,
Nine miles an hour,
Rake them, like Sodom and Gomorrah,
In brunstane stour.
But for thy friends, and they are mony,
Baith honest men, and lassies bonie,
May couthie Fortune, kind and cannie,
In social glee,
Wi' mornings blythe, and e'enings funny,
Bless them and thee!
Fareweel, auld birkie! Lord be near ye,
And then the deil, he daurna steer ye:
Your friends aye love, your faes aye fear ye;
For me, shame fa' me,
If neist my heart I dinna wear ye,
While Burns they ca' me.
Second Epistle To Robert Graham, ESQ., Of Fintry
5th October 1791.
Late crippl'd of an arm, and now a leg,
About to beg a pass for leave to beg;
Dull, listless, teas'd, dejected, and deprest
(Nature is adverse to a cripple's rest);
Will generous Graham list to his Poet's wail?
(It soothes poor Misery, hearkening to her tale)
And hear him curse the light he first survey'd,
And doubly curse the luckless rhyming trade?
Thou, Nature! partial Nature, I arraign;
Of thy caprice maternal I complain;
The lion and the bull thy care have found,
One shakes the forests, and one spurns the ground;
Thou giv'st the ass his hide, the snail his shell;
Th' envenom'd wasp, victorious, guards his cell;
Thy minions kings defend, control, devour,
In all th' omnipotence of rule and power;
Foxes and statesmen subtile wiles ensure;
The cit and polecat stink, and are secure;
Toads with their poison, doctors with their drug,
The priest and hedgehog in their robes, are snug;
Ev'n silly woman has her warlike arts,
Her tongue and eyes-her dreaded spear and darts.
But Oh! thou bitter step-mother and hard,
To thy poor, fenceless, naked child-the Bard!
A thing unteachable in world's skill,
And half an idiot too, more helpless still:
No heels to bear him from the op'ning dun;
No claws to dig, his hated sight to shun;
No horns, but those by luckless Hymen worn,
And those, alas! not, Amalthea's horn:
No nerves olfact'ry, Mammon's trusty cur,
Clad in rich Dulness' comfortable fur;
In naked feeling, and in aching pride,
He bears th' unbroken blast from ev'ry side:
Vampyre booksellers drain him to the heart,
And scorpion critics cureless venom dart.
Critics-appall'd, I venture on the name;
Those cut-throat bandits in the paths of fame:
Bloody dissectors, worse than ten Monroes;
He hacks to teach, they mangle to expose:
His heart by causeless wanton malice wrung,
By blockheads' daring into madness stung;
His well-won bays, than life itself more dear,
By miscreants torn, who ne'er one sprig must wear;
Foil'd, bleeding, tortur'd in th' unequal strife,
The hapless Poet flounders on thro' life:
Till, fled each hope that once his bosom fir'd,
And fled each muse that glorious once inspir'd,
Low sunk in squalid, unprotected age,
Dead even resentment for his injur'd page,
He heeds or feels no more the ruthless critic's rage!
So, by some hedge, the gen'rous steed deceas'd,
For half-starv'd snarling curs a dainty feast;
By toil and famine wore to skin and bone,
Lies, senseless of each tugging bitch's son.
O Dulness! portion of the truly blest!
Calm shelter'd haven of eternal rest!
Thy sons ne'er madden in the fierce extremes
Of Fortune's polar frost, or torrid beams.
If mantling high she fills the golden cup,
With sober selfish ease they sip it up;
Conscious the bounteous meed they well deserve,
They only wonder "some folks" do not starve.
The grave sage hern thus easy picks his frog,
And thinks the mallard a sad worthless dog.
When disappointments snaps the clue of hope,
And thro' disastrous night they darkling grope,
With deaf endurance sluggishly they bear,
And just conclude that "fools are fortune's care."
So, heavy, passive to the tempest's shocks,
Strong on the sign-post stands the stupid ox.
Not so the idle Muses' mad-cap train,
Not such the workings of their moon-struck brain;
In equanimity they never dwell,
By turns in soaring heav'n, or vaulted hell.
I dread thee, Fate, relentless and severe,
With all a poet's, husband's, father's fear!
Already one strong hold of hope is lost-
Glencairn, the truly noble, lies in dust


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Blackbutt Timber Specifications
For structural and exterior applications.
Eucalyptus pilularis
This strong, durable hardwood is commonly used for structural and exterior applications. It's also often used for flooring and other interior features when the colour requirement is light and neutral.
Blackbutt grows in the coastal regions of New South Wales and Queensland and is so-named due to the tree's appearance after a bushfire, where the butt of the tree is significantly darkened.
Physical properties and benefits
Versatility and strength makes Blackbutt cladding or timber framing a good choice in home construction. Blackbutt has a hardness rating of 9.1 and is naturally resistant to termites due to its high density.
Blackbutt has proven durability in harsh Australian conditions and is the ideal choice for use in areas prone to bushfire. It is one of seven hardwood timber species approved by the Building Commission in Victoria for home construction in bushfire areas.
Blackbutt's attractive colouring ranges from cream to pale brown, occasionally with a pinkish hue. It takes stain, oil or polish well but tends to be a poor base for paint due to the likelihood of surface checking.
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From Blackbutt flooring and furniture to exterior or structural use in decking, landscaping, timber framing, cladding, lining boards or joinery, this highly durable timber will stand the test of time.
Features and Benefits
- Highly durable
- Fire resistance :BAL 12.5, 19 and 29 – All AS3959 applications
- Seasoned density level of 880kg/m3
- Janka (or hardness) rating of 9.1
- Achieves F22/27 when seasoned or F14/17/22 unseasoned
- Available in sizes from 100x25mm to 300x50mm
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- Cladding
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- Joinery
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3 Things You Can Do to Protect and Preserve Your Asphalt Driveway or Sidewalk
If you recently had an asphalt sidewalk or driveway installed around your property, you no doubt love the way the finished product appears. The sad news for most homeowners is that neglecting to care for the surface each day can dramatically reduce the overall appearance quickly.
Similar to the roadways around your town, the longer a pothole is neglected, the bigger and more dangerous it becomes. Consider these 3 things you can do to protect and preserve your asphalt driveway or sidewalk.
1. Applying Sealant to Prevent Future Damage
The first thing you should do to preserve the look of your asphalt sidewalk or driveway is to add a sealant sooner than later. The sealant will work as an invisible barrier, protecting the surface from water damage that could break down the integrity of the materials over time.
The sealant will also help to reduce damage from the sun each day. Those UV rays can penetrate the surface and cause cracks to appear prematurely.
The sealant should be applied once a year to ensure that the surface looks as good as it does today for many years to come.
2. Repairing Any Cracks
The first sign of cracks in the asphalt mean something like shifting soil or UV damage has penetrated the surface. Now is the time to fix those cracks before they spread. Once the cracks spread to the edge, they can cause a shift in the material and make it uneven, a dangerous place for anyone walking on your property.
The material you need to fill in the cracks can be bought at your local hardware store in small quantities and can be applied quickly to stop further damage from occurring. If you monitor the surface each week, you will, be able to address these issues in a timely manner.
3. Filling in Holes
Holes in the asphalt are more dangerous than other conditions. These holes usually seem small at first, but the shifting soil, excessive rain, combined with UV damage, deteriorate that material faster now that the inside is exposed.
These holes can grow in size quickly and become a serious safety risk. Before filling in the hole with patch material, remove any debris first so the material adheres to the rest of the asphalt. The hole should be filled in as soon as you first see it to avoid it becoming too deep to repair properly.
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The Family Reunion I Needed
"Do you need my hand?" my little brother asked. We stood in the San Jacinto Mountains near Palm Springs in 108-degree weather, a steep slope of rocks and shrubs stretched in front of us. I'd always had a fear of walking down hills and narrow staircases. Sometimes my fear would be so overwhelming that I'd squat my bum firmly on the ground and refuse to move.
"I don't trust my feet," I said.
"I know," he answered. He held his hand out—his long outstretched arms and giant frame anything but little. Where was the toddler I hid under the blankets with because roaches would be flying around our room at night? The kid I helped clean off scrapes when my parents weren't home yet? The teen I tried to comfort after I watched him cry when we say goodbye to our dad?
He used to be afraid of everything. Instead here I was, gripping his hand and asking for his help because I was too scared to fall.
Above: Hike in the San Jacinto Mountains through the Palm Springs Aerial Tramway, which goes up to 8,516 feet!
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While my brother helped me down the mountain, I thought about the solo walk my mom had taken that morning around Renaissance Indian Wells Resort, where we reunited for the weekend to celebrate my brother's 21st birthday and my mom's 60th. She had come back to the room all excited with the biggest smile I had seen from her in a while.
Above: Room with two queen beds at Renaissance Indian Wells Resort and Spa overlooking the resort
"There was a guy with a hawk!" She said in Mandarin. She immediately pulled out her phone and told us to look (She just recently learned how to take selfies). Swiping through the photos, she recounted how the hawk was a great and intelligent listener.
"It's good to be out," she said. "It's good to be able to fly away and take a break."
Then, my 60-year-young mom started talking about backpacking trips she wanted to take and all the places she wanted us to go—my mom, who spent half of her life working in different travel agencies, was finally able to start traveling for herself, to take a break.
"Your dad was never really a fan of traveling. I wish we all traveled more together as a family when you were still kids. We can do that now."
"It'll cost so much," I said, the realist forever ingrained in me. I mean, I already only get to see my family a couple times a year.
"You've got to stop worrying sometimes. Relax. Let go. Take risks."
"You're starting to sound like a fortune cookie, mom." We laughed, but she was right.
Above: Whirlpool at Spa Esmeralda, which offers facials, massages and body treatments
What my mom said seemed to be a common theme that weekend. Even during my Thaiyurveda herbal massage, the massage therapist seemed to read me and said, "Don't hold everything in your stomach. Don't internalize everything. ... Let it go."
So I let it go. And I jumped in the pool (even though I can't swim). And I ate a ton of gelato (even though I'm lactose intolerant). And I said yes to walking down steep mountains more than 8,000 feet above sea level.
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Because all I had to do was look up and away from my feet to see my little brother's hand guiding mine.
All the Details
Hotel name: Renaissance Indian Wells Resort and Spa
Address: 44400 Indian Wells Ln, Indian Wells, CA 92210
Rates: Summer rates from $101; A two-room family package, "All About That Space," also offers a second room at a great rate, which is perfect for family travels
Indulgence: Thaiyurveda herbal massage at Spa Esmeralda, $215, 90 min. See a list of other spa services here.
Kid-Friendly: Renaissance Indian Wells Resort and Spa is one of the best kid-friendly resorts in the area—featuring Camp Oasis (a kids' activities day camp), movie nights and events like kids' dance parties!
(Disclosure: Renaissance Indian Wells Resort and Spa provided press accommodations for this trip. No other compensation was received. All opinions are my own.)


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Gordon Robb
He's a fun and enthusiastic person who makes lessons better. He should come back the new music teacher is rubbish
Very fun and enthusiastic teaching style and a really nice person - as well as an incredible musician! Always willing to help out with any issues; very approachable.
love being taught by my dad, music if my fav lesson coz of him
a good teacher but his daughter is such a pain even though she has amazing buddy
passionate about teaching, and about what he teaches. favourite by far.
Awesome Teacher. Really Talented. His Music Lessons Rocked
Mr. Robb is a complete and utar legend!!Come on mr robb!!!
Legend! especialy on the Wicken trips and at clubs...just make sure you dont have particular favourites
never had u as a teacher but had you for clubs n stuff. be nicer, but ur great fun at times. keep it up mate.
i think sir has his favourites but hes really busy, and he still finds time to help everyone. hes a brilliant teacher :)
never had him as a teacher, but he was a wonderful choir master.
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Innovate Finance & Payment Expo 2017
January 16, 2017 - January 17, 2017
On 16-17 January, APSCA will organise the INNOVATE FINANCE & PAYMENT EXPO 2017 at the Taipei International Convention Center in Taiwan. The forum and expo is for card-issuing and acquiring financial institutions, domestic bank card networks, international payment systems, retailers, payment services providers and central banks, to explore the most important issues which are driving the consumer payments landscape in Taiwan today.
Government Initiative to Expand ePayments
Taiwan's Financial Supervisory Commission recently announced their objective of significantly expanding the adoption or retail electronic payments from 26% of consumer spending to over 50% by 2020. This government initiative is expected to trigger an explosion in the development of innovative payment products and services that will revolutionize the consumer payments industry in Taiwan.
Collaboration between Local and International Stakeholders
The initiative to expand e-payments includes encouraging international payment solutions providers to collaborate with Taiwan's payment card issuers, mobile payments companies and other non-bank payment services providers. Government departments, health care providers and retailers are also being recruited to promote the e-payments industry. Overall this government initiative is expected to offer significant opportunities for local and international technology solutions providers to play a role in Taiwan's rapidly growing consumer payments business.
Format of the Forum
INNOVATE FINANCE & PAYMENT EXPO 2017 will run for 2 days with extended breaks to allow delegates ample time to combine their forum participation with exhibition viewing, discussions and private meetings with customers, suppliers and partners. The forum will feature:
- Presentations from industry experts about latest developments
- APSCA moderated discussions about the industry and business outlook
- 2-Day Exhibition of the latest secure payment systems, products & services
- Opportunities for networking, discussions and private meetings during extended breaksBusiness OpportunitiesThe Taiwan INNOVATE FINANCE & PAYMENT EXPO 2017 is an important channel to unravel latest thinking about the rapidly developing FinTech and digital payments business to decision-makers in the consumer payments industry across Taiwan and the rest of Asia.


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OnePlus has been on a slow and steady roll with redefining what a flagship is. It started with the OnePlus One, (which many people use even today and swear by its performance) and now, we have the third iteration of what the company calls a "Flagship Killer". Powered by Snapdragon 820 SoC along with a mammoth 6GB of RAM, OnePlus has really gone all out to ensure that their phone's performance is top-notch. It comes with a 16 megapixel camera with PDAF, a USB-C port which supports OnePlus's proprietary Dash Charging. The phone does appear to be one loaded package for a seemingly attractive price, but do all the bells and whistles really deliver?
Key Features
- Processor
Qualcomm Snapdragon 820
- On-board Storage
- Sim Type
Dual Sim (Nano)
- VoLTE Enabled
- Screen Type
Optic AMOLED
- Resolution
- Pixel Density
401 ppi
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At Rock Prairie Elementary we are a group of committed parents and volunteers who work together along with the teachers, principals, and staff to make Rock Prairie the best school for our kids. We appreciate the efforts of each family and everyone is welcome to join us.
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Here is a list of our PTO meeting dates for the 2016-2017 school year. We meet at the Rock Prairie Library.
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Year of Release: 2003
Label: King Biscuit Flower Hour Reocrds
Catalog Number: 40010
Format: CD
Total Time: 59:05:00
Pat Benatar was red-hot and sweeping the country with her fired up rock 'n' roll and larger than life vocals in 1981. She was a sexy little dynamo with the heart of lion onstage. Future husband Neil Giraldo was one of the more technically sound guitarists of that era and their partnership was magical.
Greatest Hits Live is another tremendous live recording from the golden vaults of King Biscuit Flower Hour. The first thing that grabbed me was the sound - whoa! It is not as good as 5.1-surround sound like you would find on an SACD but it is a close second, and that about says it all for the sound quality, it doesn't get much better for a live recording.
Benatar had quite a list of hits at the time of this recording, and there is no doubt that it serves as one of her defining moments onstage. This is the kind of CD you play over and over again and never tire of. "Hit Me With Your Best Shot" and "Promises in the Dark" sound just as good today as they did when they first hit the airwaves. This CD was one more reminder of how exciting, energizing and spine tingling Pat Benatar's music could be.
You Better Run (3:10) / Treat Me Right (3:43) / Fire And Ice (3:28) / Out Of Touch (4:27) / I Need A Lover (3:58) / Promises In The Dark (5:13) / Hit Me With Your Best Shot (3:22) / Hell Is For Children (4:56) / Heartbreaker (3:57) / Precious Time (5:54) / In The Heat Of The Night (10:15) / We Live For Love (3:52) / Helter Skelter (4:30)
Pat Benatar - vocals
Neil Giraldo - guitar
In The Heat Of The Night (1979)
Crimes Of Passion (1980)
Precious Time (1981)
Get Nervous (1982)
Live From Earth (1983)
Tropico (1984)
Seven The Hard Way (1985)
Wide Awake In Dreamland (1988)
Best Shots (1989/2003)
True Love (1991)
Gravity's Rainbow (1993)
All Fired Up: The Very Best Of Pat Benatar (1994)
16 Classic Performances (1996)
Innamorata (1997)
8-15-80 (1998)
The King Biscuit Flower Hour (1999)
Synchronistic Wanderings (1999)
The Best Of Pat Benatar, Vol. 1 (2001)
The Best Of Pat Benatar, Vol. 2 (2001)
Very Best Of Pat Benatar (2001)
Premium Gold Collection (2001)
Live: Summer Vacation Tour Soundtrack (2002)
Live At Electric Ladyland (2002)
From The Front Row: Live (2003)
Greatest Hits Live (2003)
Go (2003)
Genre: Rock
Origin US
Added: January 11th 2004
Reviewer: Keith "Muzikman" Hannaleck
Artist website: www.benatar.com
Hits: 1340
Language: english
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Video marketing is a key aspect of promotion for businesses. However, it's essential to know how to do it properly. Here, you will find a number of tips regarding video marketing that you can implement to help your business prosper.
Ensure that your marketing videos are to the point and as brief as possible. Internet users get tired of things quickly, and they simply want good information in the briefest format possible. If you feel you have to run long in your video, think about doing a series with several parts.
When it comes to videos, the more the merrier. Your viewers need regular fresh content in order to keep coming back. It gives you new topics so you are exposing yourself to different people.
Use videos to keep in touch with customers and other people who are interested in your business. Try asking viewers to ask questions in vidoe form and then answer then this way. If possible, offer a prize or incentive to customers whose questions were used in the clip.
Don't think that anyone is going to watch a 20 minute video. Make the length appropriate to the content. Demonstrating a product, for instance, can be longer than a simple sales pitch. If you are only advertising a special, keep your video to no longer than 10 minutes.
One tip that works well for new video marketers is to think of a great title for your videos. The title should reach out and grab your viewers' attention, enticing them to view the clip. It's what gets people to view the video in the first place. Spend some time thinking about smart titles for your marketing videos.
Use a team of others to help you think of video content. Don't overlook the skills of your friends and family in your search. Credit should be given at the end of the video.
If your customers do not understand how to properly use your products, a video may be called for. You will help your existing customers use their product more efficiently and show potential customers what your products look like and what they can do.
As you can see by now, you can get your business noticed when you implement video marketing. The more you are willing to learn about this strategy, the better your results will be. Use these ideas and run a successful campaign.


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Let's be honest, other than Pancake Day and reduced chocolates after Valentine's; February doesn't have much going for it – it's still cold and wet with the seemingly constant threat of snow. As much as we love A/W fashion and honing our layering skills, sometimes you just want to chuck on your cosiest jumper and the closest pair of jeans. There's nothing wrong with jeans and a jumper: it's a classic combo, but to breathe new life into the look consider pairing with a fluffy faux fur coat (emphasis on the faux).
Do like Anna and inject a splash of colour into your faux fur with this statement jacket! The chevron print adds a quirky twist, while the classic shades of cream and navy create the ideal base for the yellow to pop.
If you're not ready to commit to full-on-faux-fur, embrace the trend via a snug gilet a lá Fashion By A Fro. Some of our fave streetstyle looks from NYFW and LFW were thanks to clever layering so put your skills to the test by popping a gilet over/under roll necks, jackets and knits.
Furry jackets are a must-have for cool girls like Kate Moss, the Olsen twins and Sienna Miller who often pair the cover-up with ripped denim and biker boots. For a girlier take, opt for a dusky pink hue and some classic OTK boots like ALLINSTYLE.
Katie is Looker's ruling Queen of faux fur coats! She owns them in a rainbow of colours – from black to Barbie pink to this blood orange number. Keep your look on trend with a slogan tee, Gucci dupe bag and baker boy hat.
Most faux fur cover-ups come in a lengthier style so go for a cropped version like Sharon to freshen up your look. The soft pink hue is the perfect colour to liven up your outfits – whether you pair it with denim for daytime or a slinky dress after dark.
Okay, so it's not a coat but Chloë Ella's lime green scarf caters to our obsession with Shrimps (the cult faux fur brand) so we had to include it! It instantly turns her minimal outfit into a stand-out look.
Add depth to your outfit by mixing & matching stripes and leopard print with different textures like faux fur, leather and fishnets. Don't feel obligated to finish it off with a black jacket just because you're rockin' prints – Siana's deep red coat polishes off her outfit to perfection.
How've you been beating the chill this winter? Show us on Looker – available to download for free!


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Wood Collection and Instream Construction:
The Nature Conservancy is requesting bids for the rehabilitation of approximately 4,000 feet of stream corridor and the adjoining floodplain on Twelvemile Creek, located on Prince of Wales Island in Alaska.
The work will include furnishing all materials, equipment, and labor required for certain wood collection and in-stream work as part of that project. This project is scheduled to begin May 15, 2013 and end by August 5, 2012. SEALED BIDS WILL BE RECEIVED UNTIL 5:00 p.m. ADT on April 5, 2013. Bids may be mailed to: The Nature Conservancy, Attn: Norman Cohen, 416 Harris Street, Suite 301, Juneau, Alaska 99801; or emailed to email@example.com .
Click here to view the complete RFB.
Click here to view the Addendum released April 2.
Contact Norman Cohen at (907)789-1791 or email@example.com for more information.


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But it all gets very complicated when the jury shows it's far from impartial.
The OAE teams up with big-band leader John Wilson for its first full-length performance of a Gilbert and Sullivan opera, as well as hits from G&S favourites including The Mikado, The Pirates of Penzance and HMS Pinafore.
Hear them as you've never quite heard them before, performed on instruments from the time the music was written.
PerformersOrchestra of the Age of Enlightenment
RepertoireGilbert & Sullivan: Overture, The Gondoliers; Ring forth ye bells from The Sorcerer; Is life a boon from The Yeomen of the Guard; Climbing over rocky mountain from The Pirates of Penzance; Minerva and Oh Goddess wise from Princess Ida; Overture, Iolanthe; As someday it may happen from The Mikado; Never mind the why and wherefore from HMS Pinafore; Painted emblems of a race from Ruddigore; When the night wind howls from Ruddigore; When I was a lad from HMS Pinafore; One more Gondoleri from The Gondoliers
Multi-buy discount
Book multiple Orchestra of the Age of Enlightenment events in the same transaction and receive a discount.
2 – 3 events (15% discount)
4 – 7 events (20% discount)
8 or more events (25% discount)
Book an Orchestra of the Age of Enlightenment event for a group of ten people or more and receive a 20% discount.
Under-35s receive a 50% discount. Please bring identification for proof of age.
Children and student £5 tickets are available for every concert.
These discounts, and the £5 tickets, are not available on top-price seats.


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This tutorial will let you install, configure and run a wibed testbed.
So we can have a functional wibed testbed, we are going to install a server machine runing a web service that allows the users of the testbed orchestrate the nodes: the wibed controller. We are also going to prepare an OpenWRT/LEDE compiling enviroment, that we will use to generate the firmware images for the nodes running the experiments in our testbed.
The wibed controller have a web interface that allows administration of the nodes, updating their firmware, and also running commands remotely. Also the main task of wibed is done throught the web interface: adding experiments and running them.
The controller is designed to run on a machine with constrained resources, the recommended minimum hardware and software requirements are:
We will need several nodes: at least 1 Gateway node, and 3 or more test nodes to run the experiments.
The minimum/recommended hardware requierements for the nodes are:
It's recommended that all the nodes are the same model of device or at least, very similar, so the conditions of the experiment are homogeneous.
For example, we have been able to install and use wibed in TP-Link WDR-4300, WDR-4900, Xiaomi MiWifi Router and Alix boards.
There is already a readme file that explains how to install the wibed controller, you can find it in the root of the wibed-controller git repository.
As in wibed there is one ( or more ) gateway and several nodes, we are going to compile two different images, one for the gateway node or nodes and another for the ones that are going to run the experiments.
The only difference between the two images, is that the gateway one need's to have the gateway setting enabled during the image config.
First we need to download and prepare the OpenWRT/LEDE with wibed compilation enviroment, and later we can proceed with the image configuration and compilation.
apt-get update apt-get install git-core build-essential libssl-dev libncurses5-dev unzip gawk subversion \ file
git clone http://git.lede-project.org/source.git
cd source cp feeds.conf.default feeds.conf echo "src-git wibed https://github.com/battlemesh/wibed-packages.git" >> feeds.conf
scripts/feeds update -a scripts/feeds install -a
make menuconfig
make -j (number of cores)
Note: you will need to generate two images, one for the nodes, and another for the gateway. When you change the settings of the wibed-system package, you will need to clean the buildroot section before compiling the image, so the changes done are applied correctly. You can do it using:
make package/wibed-system/clean
If you get errors with luasocket while building your image, like the following one: /build_dir/target-powerpc_8540_musl-1.1.16/luasocket-3.0-rc1-20130909/src/auxiliar.c:112: undefined reference to `__stack_chk_fail_local' options.o: In function `opt_ip6_setmembership':
You can use the flag -fno-stack-protector to ignore these errors.
Edit luasocket Makefile ( package/feeds/packages/luasocket/Makefile ) and add to variable CC the -fno-stack-protector flag:
CC="$(TARGET_CC) $(TARGET_CFLAGS) -fno-stack-protector $(TARGET_CPPFLAGS) -std=gnu99" \


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This sequence was undertaken as part of an experiment to determine if there would be any benefit in working with a
larger image size. The camera was direct-coupled to a 3mm Radian eyepiece, which itself yields 400X when used
visually with this 1200mm fl, 8" Mak-Newt'. With the afocally mounted camera zoomed to its optical max of 4X, Jupiter's
disk is a whopping 680 pixels wide in a 2048 X 1536 field.
81 individual images were made, but the majority (which were done @ 1 second) had a washed-out, low definition
appearance. 8 images were shot @ 2seconds, with more intense coloration and improved contrast, but the added time
gave the atmosphere more opportunity to smear things around. Only one of the 8 was a "keeper".
The 20 best shots were culled from the 1 second batch and processed with AstroStack, using weighted assignments
(bad, average, or good) for each. The resulting image was then itself re-stacked with the single good bright image, the
former assigned as an "average" quality and the latter as "good". Io was obtained via PhotoShop by "Apply
Image/Blend/Adding" of two images, doubling the signal strength.
The results seem to bear out the wisdom of matching the image scale so as to minimize the exposure time. Also, taking
many images and discarding most but reaping a few real gems! My next attempt will be with a more modest image
scale and comparably reduced exposure times. Focusing with the
InterAct LCD
screen is now part of my normal
Jupiter was still fairly low in the early morning sky when these images were taken, but
hopefully my technique will improve as it climbs higher.
This composite image was formed as indicated in the sequence below. The thrust of my
effort for this particular session was to determine the effects of gross over-sampling.
1 of 20 Stacked
Raw Images
Single Bright Image
Completed Image
By the end of the 2001/2002 apparition, my technique (and the "seeing" conditions) were improving. Alas, I have since
moved over to a Canon D60 SLR, and no longer have the benefit of zoom-focus or a real-time large-screen LCD display.
The above image was processed with
Images Plus
, which automates much of the cropping, stacking, aligniing, and
combining procedures, as well as performing restorative techniques.


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Kandalama Hotel
Our unique Heritance Food envisions a philosophy based on a threefold foundation of taste, presentation and health. As part of our Heritance principle of responsible tourism, we believe that we can deliver the finest in international cuisine, which is at the same time healthy. Heritance Hotels are a trend setter in cuisine, both in Sri Lanka and internationally. If you are a gourmet and seeking the finest culinary experiences, then Heritance Hotels are a must in your itinerary. We also offer a unique blend of the best international trends, with millennia of traditional cooking culture. Enjoy our caviars and goose pates and then venture into traditional dishes like heenati haal and kalukung meat (traditional rice and wild turkey). We use exotic ingredients to evolve a truly unique culinary tradition that you can only experience at the Heritance Hotels; visit us, and enjoy the food of kings.
Enjoy your meal and sip a beer or glass of wine while feasting your eyes on the vista of the lake, the surrounding natural rainforest, and the Sigiriya rock silhouetted against the distant Dambulla horizon. At night it is an amazingly romantic experience with the starlight or moonlight reflecting off the mysterious waters.
The cuisine at Kandalama is supervised by our world class Chef who has won nine gold medals at the Culinary Olympics and the Culinary World Cup. The massive kitchen, complying with international standards in food safety and hygiene, serves out a vast range of delicious dishes, which you could not fully sample even if you stayed at the hotel for two weeks.
The hotel has three restaurants that can seat a total of 295 people, as well as several outdoor venues including rooftop terraces, where food is served on special occasions. We also offer Chinese, Italian, Sri Lankan, Mongolian and barbeque food on theme nights.
Each dish we serve is a work of art, lovingly crafted by our master Chefs. The restaurants at Kandalama combine the best traditions of international fine dining, with a Sri Lankan touch, making the meals here a unique experience.
Heritance Hotels represent a unique Green Philosophy that combines responsible tourism with environment friendliness. The Heritance Kandalama has won awards as the most eco-friendly hotel in the world. It is by far the most environment friendly hotel in Sri Lanka. Heritance hotels have pioneered eco tourism in Sri Lanka.
Geoffrey Bawa's visionary architectural design has ensured that no lights are required anywhere in the hotel during daytime. All spaces are designed to receive an adequate amount of natural light. As a result of something as simple as the allowance for lighting, the hotel makes a substantial saving in the energy that is consumed. The hotel was built between two rock formations and none of the trees on the location were destroyed. The entire hotel is built on a raised platform allowing water to flow under the hotel. It also allows the free flow of animals under the hotel, creating a minimum impact on the eco system. Other state-of-the-art methods are utilized in every aspect of the hotel to ensure efficient use of energy and resources such as water.
The hotel has a comprehensive energy conservation policy with power cut-off switches, energy efficient lighting (CFL bulbs), photo active garden lights and solar power hot water systems. The hotel has a comprehensive water conservation policy where no surface water is utilized. Water is obtained from 150-200 foot deep tube wells and a maze of gutters that collect rainwater.
We adhere to a philosophy of sustainable development that encompasses the following areas:
Energy efficiency, conservation and management /Reduction of freshwater consumption /Waste water management /Minimization of waste, reuse and recycling /Air quality protection and noise control /Land use planning /Social and cultural development /Ecosystem conservation.
The ancient lake and virgin rainforest next to the hotel remain in their pristine natural state, unpolluted by the presence of a large five star hotel. Not a piece of paper or polythene is allowed to escape from the hotel into its surroundings. All the waste water of the hotel is painstakingly recycled by a state-of-the art facility. Smoking is not encouraged. The conservation and recycling processes of the hotel are also designed to assist the social and economic growth of the villagers who live close to the hotel.
The Heritance Kandalama is uniquely located within the cultural triangle of Sri Lanka, adjacent to an ancient man-made lake which is more than 2,000 years old. We are committed to conserving and protecting this unique natural and cultural environment for the benefit of posterity. In order to prevent deforestation and the construction of artificial structures we have purchased an additional 180 acres of virgin rain forest around the hotel. This forest functions as our own private sanctuary, untainted by human touch.
Sri Lanka has particularly strict laws to protect the environment and wildlife. We are proud to say that the Heritance Kandalama not only complies fully with these laws, but we also goes well beyond them; we take pleasure in our conservation work. We also respect the social and cultural sensitivities of the neighbouring communities, while assisting them economically. We purchase local products and services, and involve these communities in our environmental conservation work.
Distance From Colombo : 150 km
Kandalama Hotel
Positive :
- Beautiful location... Superb atmosphere!
- Probably the best food in Sri Lanka!
Negative :
- Monkeys are everywhere so you've got to keep your room windows shut all the time, and balcony doors closed!
Activities :
The Heritance Kandalama is the ultimate eco-tourism destination in Sri Lanka. To enjoy the wildlife of this area, you don't even have to leave the hotel. Birds nest in the corridors and outside windows, and accompany you with their soft twittering. Grey Langurs and monkeys sit on branches almost within touching distance and watch you with bold curiosity. A deer family lives in the thicket in front of the check-in desk. During the dry season elephants come to the Kandalama lake. We offer a vast variety of leisure activities from hot air balloon rides to elephant rides, from nature tours to our luxurious Six Senses Spa.
Our mission is to enable people to experience a unique interaction with nature and culture, while leaving a minimum impact on the environment.
eco trails /nature tours / elephant rides /horse rides/boat rides/balloon rides/cycling/sports/six senses spa/music and entertainment.
Our mission is to enable people to experience a unique interaction with nature and culture, while leaving a minimum impact on the environment.
eco trails /nature tours / elephant rides /horse rides/boat rides/balloon rides/cycling/sports/six senses spa/music and entertainment.


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Compassionate Chiropractic Adjustments, Treatments, and Pain Relief
Treat the problem – not just the symptoms – in the care of our experienced chiropractors. Get complete care for the entire family at Rumph Chiropractic Clinic PC in Waterford. We'll correct physical imbalances, alleviate pain, and keep your body in alignment with drug-free treatment.
We offer a variety of treatment methods to make you feel better, including the activator adjustment method. This spring-loaded, handheld instrument delivers quick, low-force impulses at specific points. Many patients prefer this method because you don't hear the "cracking" associated with chiropractic care.
Feel Better with Our Services
- Spinal adjustments and trigger-point therapy
- Pediatric and geriatric chiropractic care
- Latest in digital x-ray equipment
- Joint therapy, ligament stretching, and vertebrae traction
- Chiropractic educational classes
- Most insurance plans accepted