The gowdspink that sae lang has kenn'd Then tent her syren smiles wha list, CALLER WATER. WHEN father Adie first put spade in His amry had nae liquor laid in Nor did he thole his wife's upbraidin', A caller burn o' siller sheen, Ran cannily out-owre the green; And when our gutcher's drouth had been He loutit down, and drank bedeen His bairns had a', before the flood, A langer tack o' flesh and blood, And on mair pithy shanks they stood Wha still hae been a feckless brood, The fuddlin' bardies, now-a-days, While each his sea of wine displays My Muse will no gang far frae hame, When eithly she can find the theme This is the name that doctors use, In kittle words to gar you roose But we'll hae nae sic clitter-clatter; Few drugs in doctor's shops are better Though joints be stiff as ony rung, Out-owre the lugs, 'Twill mak you souple, swack, and young, Withouten drugs. Though cholic or the heart-scad teaze us; That would ye spulzie, And brings them to a canny crisis Were't no for it, the bonnie lasses In gleefu' looks, and bonnie faces, The fairest, then, might die a maid, Whether the features under shade As simmer rains bring simmer flowers, As for estate, or heavy dowers, Aft stand in room. What maks Auld Reekie's dames sae fair? It canna be the halesome air; But caller burn, beyond compare, That gars them a' sic graces skair, And blink sae bonnie. On Mayday, in a fairy ring, We've seen them round St. Anthon's spring,* * St. Anthony's Well, a beautiful small spring, on Arthur's Seat, near Edinburgh, and a favourite resort of the youth of the city for the purpose of gathering May dew, as described. Frae grass the caller dew-draps wring And water, clear as crystal spring, O may they still pursue the way, The goddess of the vocal spray, THE SITTING OF THE SESSION. PHOEBUS, Sair cow'd wi' simmer's hight, Which heese the heart o' dowie wight Weel leese me o' you, business, now; O' dribbles frae the gude brown cow, The Court o' Session, weel wat I, Though they'll gie mony a cheep and cry, *The Court of Session was then opened for the winter term on the 12th of November. Ye benders a', that dwall in joot, And gar your cares a' tak the rout, Rob Gibb's * grey gizz, new frizzled fine, For whisky gills, or dribs o' wine, Bar-keepers, now at outer door, Tak tent as fouk gang back and fore; Though ye've a cause the house before, Gin ony here wi' canker knocks, Now, at the door, they'll raise a plea; When scaudin but and ben we see, *The keeper of a tavern in the Outer House, as the old Parliament Hall of Edinburgh is denominated, to distinguish it from the Inner House, where the fifteen lords sat in judgment. This Outer House, like Westminster Hall in old times, was then partly occupied by a range of little shops.-Robert Chambers. |