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And gie to me my bigonet,
My bishop's satin gown;
For I maun tell the baillie's wife
Rise, lass, and mak a clean fireside,
And Jock his Sunday coat;
And mak their shoon as black as slaes,
There 's twa fat hens upo' the coop
Been fed this month and mair;
Mak haste and thraw their necks about,
And spread the table neat and clean,
For wha can tell how Colin fared
When he was far awa'?
Sae true his heart, sae smooth his speech,
His very foot has music in 't
And will I hear him speak?
I'm downright dizzy wi' the thought,
If Colin 's weel, and weel content,
I'm blest aboon the lave:
And will I hear him speak?
W. J. MICKLE.
SIR SIDNEY SMITH.
GENTLEFOLKS, in my time, I've made many a rhyme,
But the song I now trouble you with,
Lays some claim to applause, and you'll grant it, because
The subject 's Sir Sidney Smith, it is;
We all know Sir Sidney, a man of such kidney,
Thus he took, every day, all that came in his way,
His captors, right glad of the prize they now had,
And swore he should stay locked up till doomsday;
So Sir Sid got away, and his jailer next day
Mon prisonnier 'scape; I 'ave got in von scrape,
I fear I must run away too!"
O Victor Emmanuel the King,
The sword be for thee, and the deed, And nought for the alien, next spring, rought for Hapsburg and Bour lose agreed, But for us, a great Italy freed, with a hero to head us... our
King Elizabeth Barrett Braving,
POEMS OF ADVENTURE AND RURAL SPORTS.
[Percy, Earl of Northumberland, had vowed to hunt for three days in the Scottish border, without condescending to ask leave from Earl Douglas, who was either lord of the soil or lord warden of the Marches. This provoked the conflict which was celebrated in the old ballad of the "Hunting a' the Cheviot." The circumstances of the battle of Otterbourne (A. D. 1388) are woven into the ballad and the affairs of the two events confounded. The ballad preserved in the Percy Reliques is probably as old as 1574- The one following is a modernized form of the time of James I.J
GOD prosper long our noble king,
Our lives and safeties all;
A woful hunting once there did
To drive the deer with hound and horn
The child may rue that is unborn
The stout Earl of Northumberland
The chiefest harts in Chevy-Chase
And long before high noon they had
"Lo, yonder doth Earl Douglas come,
Full twenty hundred Scottish spears
"All men of pleasant Teviotdale,
"Then cease your sports," Earl Percy said, "And take your bows with speed;
"And now with me, my countrymen,
"That ever did on horseback come,
I durst encounter man for man,
Earl Douglas on his milk-white steed,
Rode foremost of his company,
"Show me," said he, "whose men you be, That hunt so boldly here,
That, without my consent, do chase
And kill my fallow-deer."