THE FORAY. SIR WALTER SCOTT. The last of our steers on the board has been spread, The eyes, that so lately mixed glances with ours, The rain is descending, the wind rises loud, Our steeds are impatient-I hear my blithe gray, The drawbridge has dropp'd, and the bugle has blown ; One pledge is to quaff yet-then mount and be gone : To their honour and peace that shall rest with the slain ! To their health and their glee that see Teviot again! THE SOCIAL CUP. CHARLES GRAY, ESQ. The gloamin' saw us a' sit down, Till chanticleer begin to craw. The auld kirk bell has chappit twal', Wha cares tho' she had chappit twa! We're light o' heart, an' winna part, Though time an' tide shou'd rin awa'. Tut, never speir how wears the morn, I dinna doubt we'll drink it dry. An' never mind the dapple dawn: VOL. IV. T ON WI' THE TARTAN. HUGH AINSLIE. Do ye like, bonnie lassie, The hills wild and free, Where the wild falcons bide? Then on wi' the tartan, And, fy, let us ride. Do ye like the knowes, lassie, Where the sweet robin biggs; Or the sang of the linnet When wooing his bride ?— Then on wi' the tartan, Do ye like the burn, lassie, Built snug by its side? And, fy, let us ride. THE EVENING STAR. THOMAS CAMPBELL, ESQ. Star, that bringest home the bee, That send'st it from above- Are sweet as hers we love. Come to the luxuriant skies, Whilst the landscape's odours rise; Whilst far-off lowing herds are heard, Star of love's soft interviews! THE MOON WAS A-WANING. JAMES HOGG. The moon was a-waning, And fond was the lover; But the snow was so deep, That his heart it grew weary, And he sunk down to sleep O soft was the bed She had made for her lover, And embroidered the cover; And sounder he sleeps Where the hill-foxes wander. Alas, pretty maiden, What sorrows attend you! I see you sit shivering With lights at your window: But long may you wait, Ere your arms shall enclose him ; |