VERSES WRITTEN ON A WINDOW OF THE INN AT CARRON WE cam na here to view your warks, In hopes to be mair wise, But only lest we gang to hell, It may be nae surprise: But when we tirled at your door, Your porter dought na hear us; EPITAPH ON A CELEBRATED RULING ELDER. HERE Souter **** in death does sleep; He'll haud it weel thegither. ON A NOISY POLEMIC. BELOW thir stanes lie Jamie's banes: Thou ne'er took such a bleth'rin' b-tch ON WEE JOHNNY Hic jacet wee Johnnie. WHOE'ER thou art, O reader, know FOR G. H., ESQ. THE poor man weeps here G―n sleeps, Whom canting wretches blam'd: But with such as he, where'er he be, May I be sav'd or damn'd! ON A WAG IN MAUCHLINE. LAMENT him, Mauchline husbands a', For had ye staid whole weeks awa', Ye Mauchline bairns, as on ye pass ON JOHN DOVE, INN-KEEPER, MAUCHLINE. HERE lies Johnny Pidgeon; To some other warl' Maun follow the carl, For here Johnny Pidgeon had nane. Strong ale was ablution, Small beer persecution, A dram was memento mori; But a full flowing bowl Was the saving his soul, "In his flesh there's a famine," ON A HENPECKED COUNTRY SQUIRE As father Adam first was fool'd, EPIGRAM ON SAID OCCASION. O DEATH! hadst thou but spar'd his life, We freely wad exchang'd the wife, And a' been weel content. Ev'n as he is, cauld in his graff, ANOTHER. ONE Queen Artemisa, as old stories tell, When depriv'd of her husband she loved so well, In respect for the love and affection he'd show'd her, She reduc'd him to dust, and she drank up the pow der. But Queen N****** of a diff'rent complexion, Would have eat her dead lord, on a slender pre ON THE DEATH OF A LAP-DOG NAMED ECHO, IN wood and wild, ye warbling throng, Your heavy loss deplore; Now half extinct your pow'rs of song, |